Just over 3 weeks ago I found my neighbor trying to catch a loose dog in our culdesac. The dog was a Terrier mix, about 25#, had no collar and was limping. After about 20 minutes of almost catching him and trying our best to prevent him from leaving the culdesac, using another dog to lure him into my garage and tossing treats, we finally managed to get a slip lead over his head. I held on for dear life, double checking the lead a few times as we walked across the street since, by the way he was bucking and throwing his head around, the dog seemed convinced he could escape. Once back to my house my neighbor said “well, gotta go”, and off he went! So, I guess that meant I was stuck figuring out what to do with the dog.
Due to the economy, the euthanasia rate in Los Angeles shelters has increased 31%. People are losing their homes and having no place for their pets, so shelter populations have risen. There are fewer people adopting pets so more of them are being euthanized to make space for more to enter the system. It’s a vicious, sad cycle.
His first 2 days here he never looked me in the eye, continued to limp, though less, and just behaved in a way that wouldn’t show well in a shelter environment. I was fairly certain that had I taken him in and no one claimed him he would have been one of the statistics. So, I had him scanned for a microchip with 2 different scanners, put up flyers, faxed it to vets in the area to see if anyone recognized him, took one to the shelter and placed an ad in the paper. While putting up flyers the produce guy around the corner said he tried for 3 hours to catch this pup a couple nights before. He got a slip lead on him 3 times but the dog got out each time. Which, of course, explains why the dog was so convinced he could escape from my lead. The dog wasn’t in bad shape. He was well fed and not very dirty, though he had fleas and his nails were extremely long. He was also intact, and the best guess at his age was 3-5 years, even though his front teeth were extremely worn and there was a lot of tartar build up. But I thought certainly someone must be looking for this little guy.

After a few days when no one claimed him I sent out an email with his photo. I didn’t send it to everyone I know, just some dog people and a handful of clients. A rescue person contacted me to help with an adoption application and contract for any potential adoptee. Plus she gave me some info on low cost spay/neuter places. I contacted my vet clinic, who are the most wonderful people in the world. They said they would give me a great price for neutering him, which I couldn’t pass up because I trust them. Just because he wasn’t my dog, I didn’t want to just take him to a chop shop to have him altered. I was now responsible for him and his safety.
During all of this I began working with him. I figured that to increase his chances of staying in a new home he should at least know some basic behaviors. But first, I had to gain his trust. So here we are, me & this little dog who won’t even look me in the eye. We started with just petting for any attention on his part. And I mean very happy petting, a lot of body rubbing, especially since he had a few collar issues. If I reached for him with both hands he was fine; if I tried reaching with only one hand he backed away.
Within days he was wagging his tail when he saw me, came looking for me to make eye contact, and just plain old coming out of his shell. He looked and acted very much like the first dog I had as an adult, plus he was great with the other dogs. This little guy was quickly working his way into my heart, which is not a good thing. There was no way we could keep this little guy. I promised my husband over a year ago that we wouldn’t add any more dogs for a while, and this time he was going to hold me to it. I’ve never gone looking for a dog in my life. All of our dogs have been strays, dumped on us, or just shown up one way or another. Sometimes it can be difficult to tell if they are meant to stay or if they belong with someone else, but the ones that didn’t fit in have gone to great homes and we are still in touch with them all.
Back to the dog part of this story. Over a year ago I worked with an extremely nice retired couple who had recently adopted a nice little female Chow mix, as well as an older large dog. It turned out the larger dog liked to bite people. Though it pained them to give him back to the rescue, they felt they had to do so. This happened shortly after we met. Well, remember earlier when I said I sent an email picture of this little dog out to dog friends an a handful of clients? This couple was one of the handful. I don’t know why. I hadn’t spoken to them in over a year and had no idea if they were looking for another dog. For some reason I put them on my email list & they saw this picture of this cute little Terrier.
It turned out they were in Italy at the time. Not only did she email me about this little guy but she also called me, and let me repeat, from Italy!! They had been looking for a little male Terrier to be a friend for their dog. They saw the picture I sent an knew immediately he was the dog they’d been looking for. They had been gone for 2 weeks and originally planned to be on vacation for another 4 weeks. They said if he was available when they returned they would love to have him. Needless to say, I was thrilled beyond belief. They are such nice people and their dogs are so well taken care of he couldn’t ask for a better home. They named him Sunny.
So Sunny was neutered, had his teeth cleaned and we all agreed (vets, dental hygienist, myself) that he is somewhere between 3-5 years old. His training was coming along nicely and I was keeping his new family updated on his progress. All the while he was coming more and more out of his shell, trusting people, letting me grab his collar, sitting in front of the door, etc… And though it appeared he hadn’t had any previous training, not even a default sit, which is unusual for a small breed dog, he took to it quickly. At times he wouldn’t eat unless he worked for his food. Sunny was looking for interaction and finding it very reinforcing.
Then I got an email from the couple in Italy. The subject line said “news”. Ugh, I can’t tell you how nervous I was to open it. Were they having second thoughts? Did something I wrote in an email make them think twice about him? Happily it was quite the contrary. They decided to come home a week early becasue they couldn’t wait to meet him! She had a difficult time talking her husband into staying as long as they did because he wanted to come hom as soon as he saw Sunny’s picture. He just knew this was their dog and didn’t want to wait another day. And when he saw him yesterday the first words he said were “he is exactly what I was hoping for”.
So, yesterday morning, as I drove to their home with Sunny in the back I began to cry. I cried because I knew he would have a fabulous home. I cried because I knew I would be able to see him again whenever I wanted to. I cried because this dog, the one who looks so much like my first dog, and was so timid like my first dog, would not be staying with me.
Over the past 20 years many dogs have come and gone from our lives. Some of them I have been certain were sent here by previous dogs we’ve loved and lost. Sunny was the most difficult to rehome because although I know we can’t keep him, I’m not certain he wasn’t sent to us.
That’s why I cried yesterday.