Jasper Islington Presents: Me So Corgi

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poopster:

So it’s been almost a year since we had some major storms before a party and Pudge got out. Pudge hammed his way into a neighbor’s backyard after some friends staying with us left the door wide open.  Pudge made it less than 1 block before he charmed his way into a new home. He was probably a ham on the lam for less than 15 minutes. 
We humans, on the other hand, had a whole night of agony. Misery. We failed as humans to protect our dependent creature.
We live in a neighborhood of dog-people. 80-90% of the houses have dogs. A lot of those houses don’t walk their dogs, but that’s a different story. Dog people are social and nosey people. They talk. And within 2 hours of us searching the neighborhood during the day time and talking to our neighbors — we found the house that had our dog. 
The power of the neighborhood brought Pudge home. Everyone knew this dog or knew OF this dog. Regardless, everyone in the hood knew this dog belonged to someone in the neighborhood — even if they didn’t know our names. They’ve SEEN this dog. 
We hugged the woman who found him. We cried on her. We thanked her for taking our baby in for the night. We thanked her for doing the right thing. 
Tonight, the corgdad and I herded a pair of pure bred terriers that we’ve never seen before, but obviously belonged to someone. We put Pudge away and we herded the dogs and got them out of the street, sitting near us while we figured out how to call the security guard. The owners eventually pulled up, thankful that their dogs weren’t injured. The dogs told me they were starving and their owners never fed them, as they gobbled up treats. 
Do the right thing. (without jeopardizing your own safety or your dog’s safety) 
It’s pono. 

Truth from the Pudge Mama!

poopster:

So it’s been almost a year since we had some major storms before a party and Pudge got out. Pudge hammed his way into a neighbor’s backyard after some friends staying with us left the door wide open.  Pudge made it less than 1 block before he charmed his way into a new home. He was probably a ham on the lam for less than 15 minutes. 

We humans, on the other hand, had a whole night of agony. Misery. We failed as humans to protect our dependent creature.

We live in a neighborhood of dog-people. 80-90% of the houses have dogs. A lot of those houses don’t walk their dogs, but that’s a different story. Dog people are social and nosey people. They talk. And within 2 hours of us searching the neighborhood during the day time and talking to our neighbors — we found the house that had our dog. 

The power of the neighborhood brought Pudge home. Everyone knew this dog or knew OF this dog. Regardless, everyone in the hood knew this dog belonged to someone in the neighborhood — even if they didn’t know our names. They’ve SEEN this dog. 

We hugged the woman who found him. We cried on her. We thanked her for taking our baby in for the night. We thanked her for doing the right thing. 

Tonight, the corgdad and I herded a pair of pure bred terriers that we’ve never seen before, but obviously belonged to someone. We put Pudge away and we herded the dogs and got them out of the street, sitting near us while we figured out how to call the security guard. The owners eventually pulled up, thankful that their dogs weren’t injured. The dogs told me they were starving and their owners never fed them, as they gobbled up treats. 

Do the right thing. (without jeopardizing your own safety or your dog’s safety) 

It’s pono. 

Truth from the Pudge Mama!

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