Well he's been gone almost a week now although I did get to see him briefly on Wednesday.
Hailey and I stopped by the pound on our way back to the studio and yep - there he was and just as excited to see us as we were him! (My mom reminds me that that dog is happy to see everyone... party pooper - pin-poppin' - balloon bursting comment - uugh)
- back up -
Sunday morning my mom let Bleus out the front door, and off he went. I was asleep which is rare. Later she explains to me that the horse-dog about knocked her down and I'm trying to figure out why in the world would she even attempt such after hearing me complain for almost 2 weeks about how strong this dog is and how he has chewed his way out of an 8'x10' chain-linked dog pen and also a puppy crate made for a great dane...oh wait, I know, she doesn't hear a 'blank' word I say... that's a 'blank' session so I won't go there. I love my mother : )
I really can't get mad at my mom. I honestly think she just wanted to play
with the dog and just won't admit it. She's not the apologetic type either.
It finally dawned on me that huh, this dog could have traveled all the way
from Canada. person to person - house to house - a hobo...
This is where I found him - alongside the train tracks behind the village.
he jumps into my car with me and Hailey.
Of course I think this is cute and I'm delighted to see such a beautiful critter -
a wolf-looking dog and friendly too-wow!
Hailey and I are both laughing and with this woof dog smiling back at us - we assume he belongs to another artist who is getting into his car at the same time we are.
After a few minutes pass by, and the other car drives away, I realize uh oh - this isn't his dog.
That invisible vegas-style sign above my head that says 'animal lover here',
it must have been flashing again. oh 'blank'
It is now dark, cold, and about to rain, but it was the traffic - the traffic
made me do it - and not to mention the happy bug that had landed on Hailey.
I wasn't ready for that to fade - the sunshine on her face was glorious. She so needed something to make her genuinely smile.
I know from experience that dogs don't always do so well in heavy traffic and so being in a hurry too, I make a quick decision to let the dog ride with us to take Hailey home.
I later return that night to release the dog back where I found him and
hoping he will go home; to his home.
NO such luck. He would take a trail only to return to my car.
At this point I cant leave the dog (my conscience) and him having a nice collar and a good temperament, he must belong to someone so I think I will deal with this tomorrow.
The next day I consult other artists in the area if they know of this dog. nope
one artist recommends I go to the vet and have him scanned for a chip. nope
NO tags, NO chip - 'blank' however I must say the dog is fun to be with.
NO posters for a lost huskey/shephard
NO ad in the newspaper and nothing on the internet
NO leads as to where this dog came from nor whom he belongs to
So almost 2 weeks of having a 'horse' in the house of chihuahua, and with lots of rain, freezing temperatures and several missed events, and, nothing getting accomplished because of a dog who must be entertained at all times and having to go everywhere I must go - the dog is now gone.
All this demand for my attention and an upset to my already struggled routine -
the dog is gone. *poof*
I should write a book titled something like "My Wonderful Pet Adventures." or
"Crazy Petscapades"
The dog has taught me something. They always do. I always learn a little more about myself and this dog taught me lots of somethings about myself but one that I will share - I learned to trust just a little bit more.
Hailey and I did not bring Bleus back home with us from the pound.
— a major step for me to trust —
Many of my actions are self-preserving ones and this probably sounds crazy -
to take in a dog that's not mine and to totally allow it to side-swipe my life for 2 weeks. But i know myself well enough to know that if i had not answered the call of this dog, if I hadn't done what I did, taking in another stray -and like I need another pet... I would have second-guessed myself and wondered what happen to him... fyi - I don't pick up every animal I see on the road.
-fast forward-
Hailey and I arrive at the pound and sign in. It's about mid-afternoon and we wait for the new shift guy to take us back. I harden my feelings - I have to in self-defense.
I ask if they are full. I don't even hear what his answer is.
We go back into the dog room and usually I will go up and down each row
but the jailer leads us straight to the middle row and there he is.
There is Bleus!
Reunited - what a feeling of joy and relief.
I had worried about this dog that was not mine. I will say that I had let go of the worry and with the exception of my planned visit to the pound. I know that the pound will keep a stray dog for 5 days before making a decision on it's fate. Day 4, I visit the pound.
Sure enough, Bleus had no paper work. He was already being processed.
We then follow the man back to the front to inquire.
The woman at the desk does some quick research and says that the dog was going to be put through adoption at the Humane Society but then she says that he had tested positive for heart worms. I immediately speak up and knowing that this will hinder his adoptability I tell her that I will take him with me.
As she is asking me for shot records another lady comes in and explains that the dog has been accepted by a rescue/rehab. I am delighted. I finally confess that the dog is not mine, that I have no shot records. As long as the dog will be cared for then I am happy and agreeable and am willing to let him go. The woman assures me that the dog will be rehabbed and treated for the heart worms. Thank you God.
The woman at the desk had asked me the dog's name and I explained to her that we were calling him Bleus; Bleus du Soir and named after a painting by Guy Stevens and that the dog resembled a character in the painting.
See a picture of Bleus du Soir the painting by Guy Stevens, at the beginning of this post. The original has been sold but a gicleé print is available for purchase. For more information on purchasing a Guy Stevens painting go to www.GuyStevensArt.com
The first week I had Bleus I stopped by Studio 101 at Art Crossing to deliver some framing materials. We had a lovely visit; the Stevens, me, Hailey, and the dog.
You can also see a picture of the dog Bleus at www.GuyStevensArt.blogspot.com
btw - Interesting too, I learned that Chase the Cat is possibly a Siberian Cat from Russia. http://www.siberiancatworld.com
more on this post to be continued in my book "Petscapade."
and even more interesting - on a whim after writing this post I googled the word 'Petscapade' and the 2nd listing I find is for a facebook page for what else, Huskey Rescue (WA)
- maybe Bleus traveled from Washington State?
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Husky-Rescue-WA/167582307094
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