On Saturday morning, when I was on my way to my boyfriend’s house, he calls me and tells me that he just found a french bulldog at his front porch. He had no idea where he came from or how he even got in. When I got there, I was surprised to see how well behaved he was. I figured he probably escaped his home since he had a collar but no tag, but we had no idea where to find the owner.
We stayed with the dog, gave him food or water while we posted his picture on social networks and went to the nearest supermarket to say we had a lost dog in case the owner would be looking. Hours and hours passed and still no word on a possible owner. I did notice some crystallization on the dog’s eyes which made me wonder if he was sick or had some kind of infection. We had no money to take him to a vet to find out so we kept waiting to see if we heard anything from an owner.
We came to a point where we had to decide what to do since my boyfriend has to go on a business trip on Monday (he travels constantly) and doesn’t have the resources to take care of the little guy. We figured to take him to my house and take care of him while we found the owner, and if not, find someone who could adopt him. I had no knowledge of what frenchies ate or anything. I did know that they are delicate dogs and need special food and things like that, which worried me because I couldn’t give him the food I used for my other dogs and I had no money to get it. We did give him a bath, water and a little dog food just so he wouldn’t be hungry.
We got in contact with one of my boyfriend’s friends who already has a french bulldog and he was definitely interested in taking care of him. He was able to come to my house pretty quickly and pick the little guy up. He did notice that the dog couldn’t see very well, which confirmed my suspicions. This really breaks my heart because the first thing I thought is that maybe the owners left him on the street because he was going blind. It was a very unwelcome thought in my head but definitely possible. It made my heart ache in the worst possible way. He took the dog and will take care of him until we find if there’s actually an owner looking for the little guy, if not, he’ll stay with him.
At least I’m happy that he’s somewhere safe and will be taken care of. He honestly was the most well behaved dog I had ever seen and he loved to be snuggled and laying down next to us. I will miss the little guy, but I’m glad he’s with someone who has the resources to take care of him.
If you know me, you’d know that I really love animals, especially dogs. Two days ago, I was able to do a good deed and rescue a dog. I was visiting my grandmother, and when I was driving back home I saw the cutest dog walking around and he looked so lost and nervous. There was a thunderstorm that had happened earlier, and you know how some dogs get really nervous when they hear thunder. I guessed he got so nervous that he escaped his house, because he had a collar. I called him and he came to me without hesitation and started petting him. I read the collar’s chip and the dog’s name was Wilmer and it had three phone numbers.
I immediately called the first phone number and reached the dog’s owner, who was working at the time and had no idea that his dog was running loose. He lives a couple of blocks from mine so he recognized where I lived. He told me he would call his cousin so he could pick the dog up. I waited for about two hours but really enjoyed spending time with that dog, he was extremely sweet and wanted to keep him all to myself. It felt good being able to help return it to its owner because if he kept running loose he could have gotten hurt. It’s things like this that make you feel so much better, being able to help. So glad Wilmer is back with his family, where he belongs.