these are not our dogs, these are a couple of strays that maggie, laura and i set up for the night. nice dogs..one is shy and sketchy..she was harder to get on a leash. anyway..here is the thing..i already like these dogs..i already know they are highly bonded and rely deeply on each other. their nails are worn down to nothing, they are too thin and wolfed down 2 large bowls of food each so i also know they have been lost for quite awhile...just 2 really good friends trucking around the countryside together without a clue as to where they actually live.
we set them up in the pen outside of the aviaries..it is cramped but they don't care cuz they are laying with their heads on each other, safe at last with with their best forever friend.
and now i am already worrying....what if they came from a crappy home and they get re-claimed? what if they came from a good home who quit looking for them a long time ago? what if they don't get re-claimed and they go up for adoption and then are adopted into different homes? what if once lost, then found, they then lose each other? that is just too terrible to be.
this is why i hate picking up stray dogs...i like them immediately, i worry about them and can't really do anything for them except take them to animal control and hope they find their long lost home and that it is a fairly decent one at least.
sigh..i wonder if the staff will mind if i ask if they can come back to me if they can't find a good home together?
pain in the ass (and head and heart) stray dogs....they drive me crazy with worry.