Pandora
14 years of age and will be missed.
2009 is off to a wonderful start. 
Posts Tagged ‘dog’
RIP: Pandora
Wednesday, January 7th, 2009The Disappearing Dog
Thursday, June 26th, 2008Didn’t get any closer tonight. In fact, we saw a lot less of him. He saw us and then dissappeared into the trees.
The catfood we left the night before was gone and a side was chewed out of the plastic tub it was in. I’m assuming it was the dog. We put a little more food in what was left and searched for a little while with no success.
We put more food just inside the trees where he had disappeared and left for a little while. When we came back we saw him again and *poof* he was gone again into the trees. After walking back and forth with no signs of him we decided to leave for the night.
And that’s when we saw him. I swear, I think he’s starting to play with us. He was just behind the trees where we left the second cache of food. A good sign?
That was the last we saw him tonight.
Anita called the City today and the fact that he’s on a major road has bumped him onto a “Priority List”, but that doesn’t tell us how many cases they have before him. I hope Animal Control has better luck getting him.
We’ll try again tomorrow. (Wish us luck!)
The Littlest Hobo
Wednesday, June 25th, 2008Aviation Parkway is a nearby road and it’s pretty busy with traffic. Last week I noticed a dog out loose trying to cross the road when I went to pickup Anita. On our way back we stopped and tried to get him to come to us but it was no use. Couldn’t get within 20 feet of him before he’d run into the trees.
We looked for the next few days but only saw him the day after. We figured that he had either moved on or found his way home.
Not so.
We saw him again tonight. We don’t have a dog, but we do have cats. So one of our last attempts to find him we brought some catfood to try and bribe him. We still had them in the car (just in case) so we put theory into practice.
Anita could get a little closer this time but still not that close. We left a little bit of the food and then went and got a little for ourselves. When we came back what we had left was gone.
I’m anticipating this to be a good thing. It might take a few days but if we keep feeding him maybe we can win him over enough to finally get him off that road.
I don’t really have a plan for after that, right now it’s the only brass ring I can think about.
(And for those of you born outside the Dominion or after the 80′s: The Littlest Hobo.)
Just remember, he walks away.
Thursday, September 27th, 2007When we were walking home from the bus stop this afternoon there was a young puppy running down the opposite side of the street. An older woman was chasing after him yelling something along the lines of “Stop!”. It might have been in French, I’m not sure.
The puppy thought this was a game. He’d stop or slow down, wait for her to start to get close and then run off again.
This was kinda scary as while the puppy kept to the side of the road there were cars coming in both directions. Some cars on our side actually stopped and pulled over just in case. Others who got off the bus at the same stop were walking up that side of the street tried to get the puppy to come to them.
Only he wanted to keep playing. So the little gray puppy darted out into the street.
In front of a oncoming little gray car.
I don’t know how the woman driving didn’t notice the stopped cars, the gathered people, or the obvious gray doggy against the green grass on the side of the road. Maybe some people just get tunnel vision when they drive. (I am seriously jinxing myself with that…)
Now, she did hit the breaks. Not soon enough, but she did use them.
I am thankful beyond words that I couldn’t actually see anything because of the stopped minivan. Regardless I turned away and shut my eyes tight. Anita actually let out a small scream at the dull thud and the screech of the tires.
This was one of those moments where seconds are suppose to feel like hours.
I’ve got to be honest, I lied before. He didn’t walk away.
Before I could have a moment to imagine the horror of what lay behind the minivan out pops this little gray bullet. No longer playing, but not sure what to do, he ran back up the street from the direction he had come.
The woman who had been chasing him was kinda lost. I think she was dumbfounded that he was still moving. The woman who was driving the minivan said she’d get him and tore off up the street. Those who were trying to catch the puppy were talking and, I assume, comforting the owner.
We continued up the street till we saw the minivan woman walking back down the street with the puppy in her arms.
With nothing left that we could do we headed home. The woman driving the car hadn’t really moved for a while but as everyone gradually dispersed she slowly drove away.
I could do with less days like this.
