I mentioned an incident with a lost Yorkie a couple posts ago. Let me elaborate. . .
After a fun filled day celebrating Rob's birthday our family is headed home. It is late, it is dark, and the rain distorts the view through our windshield. So we barely notice the small dark creature as it scampers up the onto the side of the road. Luckily, Rob has fabulous reflexes and he swerves around the thing, avoiding a near collision.
The car behind us comes to a stand still.
"Did you see that?" he asks.
"What was it?" I had been busy snapping pictures of the distorted light through the rainy windshield.
"I think it was a Yorkie." He says.
"Really?" I swivel in my seat to look back. Of course I see nothing. "We better go back. Someone is going to hit him."
So we go back, scanning the road side as we go. We spot him despite his black and brown fur. He apparently crossed the road, which explains the stopping cars. We pull over. I jump out in the rain and walk slowly toward him. He does not run and I quickly grab him up, soaking wet, while wearing a white sweater. . .thoroughly shocking my husband--and myself.
Once in the car it becomes readily apparent the poor dog was pampered--he is wearing a Harley collar and an engraved name plate--and he is blind. His eyes are glazed over. It's a miracle no one hit him. And he acts right at home being held in a car (Lucky for my sweater we have a towel in the car).
We call the number on his tag and leave a message. Nothing to do but take him home.
We waited several hours to hear from the owner. Plenty of time for the girls to become attached to "Frankie" and come up with all sorts of scenarios where we get to keep him. Rob and I both thought about what we would do with a blind dog, should the owner not call. Which seemed to be a growing possibility when we all headed for bed with two dogs in our laundry room.
Then around ten o'clock we got the call. The woman arrived within ten minutes, relieved and happy to see Frankie safe and sound. Apparently she had gone to a football game and Frankie had gotten out the back door, which had not latched, and then manage to escape the fenced back yard. . . in the dark and rain. This blind little Yorkie is apparently very resourceful.
The girls were sad to see him go and had me take pictures of him. Ever since, Signe can't stop talking about him. While at Costco yesterday she suddenly laughed and said:
"What if Frankie fell off the shelf in front of me and I caught him." Giggle, giggle. "That would be funny." This "what if Frankie. . ." game carried on all day. Whenever we are in the car she pipes up from the back seat, "Watch for Frankie." as she scans the sides of the road.
It amazes me how quickly that little girl becomes attached, and how much love she has to give.
Have you ever rescued anything?
5 comments:
When I was little my cat brought a rabbit in the house. She let is go and it quickly hid, out of reach, inside of our hide-a-bed couch. We spent hours trying to get it out, but finally rescued it in the end!
a pigeon. It couldn't fly and i was afraid a cat would eat it. when i drove it the hour to the bird rescue lady, she told me that there was nothing wrong with the pigeon---that some pigeons just CHOOSE not to fly. Ah well. I also have rescued 8 cats, a half-dead duck, and a dog I ended up keeping for a year. Nothing blind yet though!
And you for sure racked up some heavenly blessings for the white sweater incident :)!
Your white sweater comment made me laugh out loud!
Ol' Frankie better count his (her?) blessings that you were brave enough to go after him (her?)
Glad the owner finally called back. Pooooooor Frankie.
This is a great story and one that your girls will remember for a long time. Isn't is great that children are so resilent and can fall in love with something so quick. Children do not judge, they just love for the pure purpose of love. Its unconditional! Frankie was lucky to have been rescued by your family!
2 cats, one of them so fiesy we had to call the Feral Cat Coalition for advice. She had to stay in a giant cat-cage for a week, while we fed her tuna from gloved hands, until we could be in the same room without her hissing.
5 years later, she is a complete lovebug. guess it worked!
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