Rosie the Riveter (a Lost Dog)

Rosie, a Boston Terrier and lost dog.

Rosie the Lost Dog.

Rosie the Riveter.

Rosie the Riveter.

"Running around the neighborhood makes you hungry!"

“Running around the neighborhood makes you hungry!”

"Don't you want to hear my side of the story?"

“Don’t you want to hear my side of the story?”

My doorbell rang at 9 am on a Thursday morning.  There stood my neighbor with a lost dog, a Boston Terrier.  She’d put her big dog’s leash on the small dog, giving it an “on-the-lam” appearance.  It was yappy.  It had attitude.  It barged right in.

Lucy, my sweet dog, isn’t so sweet when delivery trucks pass the house, mailmen deliver the mail, workers come to the door, or when small dogs with large attitudes try to assert themselves.  Lucy barks, jumps, and runs around like a nut, saying, “I’m the alpha dog!”  She did all three while I chased her around with a leash, clipped it on her collar, and tried to restrain her from pouncing on the small pooch.  Morning mayhem!

The Boston Terrier had run up my neighbor’s driveway, and my neighbor figured a fellow dog-lover-like-her might know who it belonged to.  I had a hunch.  She started making calls, taking photos of the dog and sending them to its Likely Family.

My neighbor and I both had to be somewhere in 10 minutes.  What should we do?   I ran both crazed canines upstairs to my college daughter’s room to wake her up.

Lucy was riveted by Rosie (we found out her name when we called the Likely Family), but not in a good way.  While making calls, taking photos and sending them, Rosie had eaten Lucy’s entire bowl of kibble, drank from her water bowl, and snuffed and huffed at Lucy.  Lucy was having none of it!

Teen Daughter graciously got out of bed and gave up going to yoga. Instructions?  Separate the dogs and watch Rosie (she might need to relieve herself after eating more than her body weight in kibble) until her Mom, a teacher, arrived.

My neighbor left, apologizing for leaving us with a lost dog.  I left to go to work, apologizing to Teen Daughter that she’d miss yoga.

Later, I got the full report.  Teen Daughter kept the dogs on two sides of a glass door.  Lucy was riveted by Rosie.  Then Rosie barked and Lucy barked back.  A lot!

Rosie’s mom arrived around 10 am and Rosie was on her way home (where she was going to get a replacement battery for her electric fence collar).  The morning excitement was over.

Naptime!

Hon, do you have a lost dog story to share?

"All this excitement has worn me out!"

“All the excitement wore me out!”

Teen Daughter who was on "Doggie Duty."  Thanks, sweetheart!

Teen Daughter who was on “Doggie Duty.” Thanks, sweetheart!

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6 thoughts on “Rosie the Riveter (a Lost Dog)

  1. Love those pictures and that story. I wish I had some of the lost rat terrier that appeared on my brother’s grass. He had escaped from a neighbor’s backyard and decided to wander about. He wanted to stay at my brother’s house, but his owners finally came and got him.

  2. Never a dull moment. For the record, the fence collar on the Boston does not look like it is on right. The prongs are supposed to be flush to their skin. We have two dogs and a cat all with fence collars on and have been using them for almost 10 years. That could explain the jail break!

  3. Always an adventure. I once found a black lab in my fenced in back yard. A neighbor saw him on the street and presumed it was mine. I had a black lab and it wasn’t him. Naturally my own black lab went wild. Luckily he had a tag and I was able to call a house down the street to pick him up. His name was Chip. The owners and their other lab (yellow, names Poker) had been frantic.

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