Snow, Football and a Few Spare Dogs…

We all got PLENTY of warning for the snowstorm that came in Sunday night. A few hours before the snow began falling, we were outside with my parents who stopped by to say hello, and two dogs stopped by. One was a shepherd mix who was overly friendly, and the other was a terrier, who was too afraid to come near us. After some maneuvering, we eventually corralled him in the fences and got a leash on him. Since he was the smaller of the two, I put him in the car and drove to a few of the neighboring houses to see if any one recognized him.

In case you didn’t know, a found dog is a GREAT way to meet your neighbors. The lady next door asked me to come ride horses with her, the people across the street told me all about the previous owners of our house, and the weird guy down the street plays a bass guitar and would only talk to me through the glass window next too his door. I don’t blame him. The ten pound terrier and I did look pretty threatening!

So after about an hour of knocking on doors I came home with no leads. Looked like these two were hunkering down with us for the storm. Since it was wash night for our gang, we threw these two muddy puppies in line for a bath too. They got a nice meal and settled in for the night.

Within a few hours of sunset, our yard had several inches of snow and it was still coming down fast. By Monday morning, we had SEVEN inches of snow. It was beautiful! We played, raced around, and just took it all in. What a great day to kick back and prepare for Monday night’s BIG GAME. My Auburn Tigers were playing the Oregon Ducks for the National Championship. Charles, myself and SIX dogs sat around the fireplace and TV for the nail-biting game. Of course Auburn came out with a win~couldn’t have been more proud of my Tigers. 🙂

Tuesday came and went…still sitting around doing nothing. There was so much ice on the road it was impossible to get out. FINALLY Wednesday got here and the vet that was listed on the Shepherd’s tag opened at noon. I called and got the owner’s contact info, called them, and the pups got picked up that afternoon. It turns out they live a few miles away and aren’t even owned by the same people. The dogs we had been called Rosie and Newton (for Cam, of course) were actually Lady and Dodger, and they were next door neighbors who had recently begun taking “field trips” together. Their owners thanked us with some honey from their bee hives and fresh eggs from their hens. So Lady and Dodger are now safe and sound at their OWN house! At least I know where they live for the next time they show up.