Something like that. So this dog walks into a bar....
While "someone" wasn't paying attention last night, Astra slipped out of the house in Red Hook. She walked around the block a few times, and then decided to stop in at a neighborhood bar. I kid you not! Everybody there thought she belonged to somebody else so nobody said anything until said Good Samaritan asked his fellow patrons "Hey, whose dog is this anyway?" With no takers, the barfly with the big heart took her home...to his house.
The collar she was wearing only had her rabies vaccination ID so he had to wait until morning to call our vet to track us down. By then, we had spent most of the early dawn hours scouring the neighborhood, papering every lamp post in a 10-block radius with Lost Dog flyers, capped off by a trip to the City's "dog pound" in East Bum F&ck, aka Carnarsie. *Sigh* No one should go to a city-run animal shelter. Ever. I swear my rain-soaked heart must have aged a dog life or two through that adventure alone.
Thankfully though, she's home now and no worse for the wear, except maybe for that sheepish look she has on her face after spending the night with a guy she just met at a bar....
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Did Astra go for a jaunt in the park without her Mom?
Something like that. So this dog walks into a bar....
While "someone" wasn't paying attention last night, Astra slipped out of the house in Red Hook. She walked around the block a few times, and then decided to stop in at a neighborhood bar. I kid you not! Everybody there thought she belonged to somebody else so nobody said anything until said Good Samaritan asked his fellow patrons "Hey, whose dog is this anyway?" With no takers, the barfly with the big heart took her home...to his house.
The collar she was wearing only had her rabies vaccination ID so he had to wait until morning to call our vet to track us down. By then, we had spent most of the early dawn hours scouring the neighborhood, papering every lamp post in a 10-block radius with Lost Dog flyers, capped off by a trip to the City's "dog pound" in East Bum F&ck, aka Carnarsie. *Sigh* No one should go to a city-run animal shelter. Ever. I swear my rain-soaked heart must have aged a dog life or two through that adventure alone.
Thankfully though, she's home now and no worse for the wear, except maybe for that sheepish look she has on her face after spending the night with a guy she just met at a bar....
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