Knock on the Door

About 15 minutes ago there was a knock on the door. We had tucked all the rescue dogs in for the night, fed the wood burner, and were getting ready to get cleaned up and fix something to eat. There's a big (for Indiana) snowstorm headed this way so we spent most of the day preparing and stocking up, in addition to taking care of the 44 dogs that are here.

When I went to the door, there stood two women with a black lab mix puppy in their arms. They were driving down our road behind another vehicle when the car slowed down, the door opened and something got tossed out. The women nearly hit the puppy, stopped and caught him, and brought him here. The driver, who is a volunteer with the local fire department, said she figured he was meant for us as this happened just about 100 yards from our house.

There's a 20 acre woods next to us, and that pup would likely have gotten into the woods and killed by a coyote if the women hadn't been behind the car and rescued the puppy. That's provided he didn't get run over in the meantime, as we live on a fairly busy road.

I brought him in the house, and it's obvious he has been well taken care of, at least till tonight when his owner decided he just couldn't keep him any longer. What a jerk!!! He has now been vaccinated with a 5 in 1, given Bronchi-shield III to prevent kennel cough, dewormed, and flea preventive has been applied. He is in a kennel with a Kuranda bed, fresh water and a big bowl of puppy chow. I put a collar on him, and when I left him tonight, he was wagging his tail and happy to be safe.

Gotta give him a name, but it can wait till tomorrow. Why someone would wait till after dark on the night before a major snowstorm to dump a puppy that isn't anywhere near old enough to exist on its own for even a short time is beyond me.