Issues... I've been having issues with Google and trying to log into my account for the past 2 days. For some reason even though I've got cookies enabled, it wouldn't let me log in. Right pain in the butt. But it seems to be fixed now. Til tomorrow :-p

Anyhoo...about the dog. First thing this morning when I arrived at work, I called the shelter to find out if anyone had called to claim the dog, the guy said "I dunno, we just got here half an hour ago, we haven't even looked at the drop off sheet yet!" ugh....so I let him know that I would put an ad in the paper, and I asked him how long they'd keep him. He said til Wednesday only, then if Burke County Friends doesn't want him, he'd be euthanised. I said I'm not going to let that happen! Nope, no way!

As I was on hold with Classifieds, I asked around if anyone could fit a dog into their family, and one of the ladies at work called her boyfriend's mother, who is apparently looking for a dog.

Then I went about my usual morning business. Back and forth from the front desk to the sales area, and back again. On one such trip, maybe about 10am I guess, when I got back to my desk, Glenda said "hey, this guy is looking for his dog!"

Turns out the dog was just here in town visiting for the weekend. The gentleman who came into the office to put an ad in the paper said it was his mother-in-law's dog, and she had come to visit and the dog had managed to get out the door without anyone seeing. They didn't notice for a while, when it was already too late. They looked all over, but couldn't find him,
and Mother was devestated.

I told him I'd found the dog wandering around Bi-Lo parking lot, and he said "wow, we live in Drexel, that's about 3 miles!" No wonder the poor guy was hungry!

I told the man that the dog was up at the shelter and I hoped he'd not been too traumatised by living the weekend in a cage all alone. He left without me getting his name or anything to check up on the poor dog later.

I do hope he is ok, and none the worse for wear. He's an old dog, and maybe not many years left in him, but he's a good dog, and I'd hate to hear that he'd been so scared by his experience that he's not the same.

Maybe the gentleman will call or stop by to let me know. He seemed very grateful that I had done what I did, even though it wasn't much.

My good deed for the week. :-)  ¶ 7:54 PM