It's a Ruff Life

Today was one of those days there is no question everything happens for a reason.  I was quite delayed leaving work and was meant to pick up a Christmas present for a certain husband (who shall remain nameless) at a specific time but ran an hour late.   So there I was, driving at the other end of the city when I see through rain & fog, (yup, it's getting dramatic) this little white fluff ball runing down the centre line of the street.  A car stopped, but moved on quickly, a truck swerved to avoid him but didn't stop.  I stopped instantly and pulled over throwing my 4-ways on and got out.  Looking back not considering on-coming traffic was probably a bad idea, but I didn't care. 

By the time I stopped and got out, he was nowhere to be found.  I signaled to the truck behind me, a sort of "where did he go" look and I walked around to the back of my car.  There he was, almost waiting for me to find him like a game of hide and seek.  I bent down and he came to me with no hesitation.  I picked him up, and a lovely lady came up and asked if I needed help, and then assisted me in getting him into my car.

NEW CAR!  BRAND NEW CAR!  WHITE DOG COVERED IN MUD!  Husband who shall remain nameless will KILL ME!

I had just put a huge tarp in our car for the Christmas tree we transported home so she unfolded that and laid it across the back seat.  Not 3 seconds later there was my new friend plopped in the passenger seat beside me waiting to go on our adventure.  I checked for a collar or tags, neither of which he had. He was so friendly and immediately burried himself in my coat for warmth.  White work clothes aside, I couldn't move him.  He seemed so grateful and content, so I pulled into the closest parking lot and decided to head to the shelter nearby.

"WE DON'T TAKE DOGS".  Another poor show by the London Humane Society.  Never a fan of them.

My Mom called me (after I left her a pretty frantic message) and we decided to take this little man to a no kill shelter on the other side of town.  If it was my dog, well I would have him tagged and micro-chipped, but I would also hope that if someone found him they would take him somewhere safe.  Off we went, picking up my Mom en route so I could drive with both hands, and soon my little man was safely in the arms of a technician promising a bath and dinner.

Riding shot gun

So, for 7 days he will await his family, which hopefully won't take that long, and if they don't find him he will go up for adoption.  If we didn't have our two furballs, even though a maltese/shitzhu/poodle thing like him isn't my cup of tea, I wouldn't have minded him curling up on our couch. 

So, 2 lessons learned today. 
1) License or at least tag your pet.  A collar, something to identify them.
2) When your boss decides to talk a lot at the end of the day and you think "I need to get out of here!"  perhaps just one time, it's because you are meant to go somewhere a little bit later and stumble across a little guy in need of a nice new white shirt and a warm new car. 

I'll check in with my man in a few days.  Here's hoping he gets back home for Christmas and that his next adventure isn't beyond his backyard fence.