Earlier this evening, while out walking my 4 legged kids, we came across the tiny brown and white head of a little Jack Russell Terrier, peeking out from his hiding spot in a big patch of crawling dark green ivy. His little body was pushed up as close to the back wall as he could get it, trembling in total fear. Since we walk this path often, I’m pretty sure he’s not a neighbor’s little Terrier.
I couldn’t get him to budge from his hiding place and didn’t want to get too close while my 4 legged kids were with me, being unsure if this little guy had his shots or would be aggressive if he felt too threatened, so I ran my kids home and quickly grabbed 2 bowls. One for water, the other for food, threw the leash over my shoulder and ran back to see to the frightened little guy hiding in the ivy.
When I got back, Sister Mary Theresa, who’s back patio faces the patch of ivy the little guy was hiding in, had gotten out her garden hose and was spraying water on him. *frowns*
Yes, I could have bonked her on the head. She said he looked hot and she was trying to give him some water.
God bless the Sister. Even though she has the cutest little Yorkie, she’s not really a lick of animal sense.
After much caution and wayyy too much time, whispering soft words of comfort and gently stroking him, I was finally able to coax the little Jack Terrier out of his hiding space. I wrapped him up in an old beach towel, hugged him tightly to me so as to stop his fear shiver, and went to see if the manager recognized him or knew who he belonged to.
Of course, she didn’t, but wasn’t surprised that I had found a lost, abandoned or abused animal. She thinks they all just come to me like magic. *sighs*
A friend of her’s helped me get the little guy in a crate and the friend’s boyfriend took the worry from me about having to make a decision on what to do with the little guy, thank gosh. I didn’t want to bring him into my home because he was coated with fleas and I was being bitten just from holding him. The boyfriend thought it would be safest to crate him and take him to the shelter in the morning. Said he knew people that worked there and he’d be well taken care of while his owner was hopefully found.
I’m thinking two thumbs down for the owner. The little guy was in tough shape. I’m not sure he could get this bad just being lost for one night. But the telling sign was that he appeared to be one to 2 years old and wasn’t fixed. He also wasn’t show quality, so there was no excuse for it. Who ever owned him wasn’t on the “Smart Pet Owner of America” list.
So, my kids are misbehaving tonight because we have a stranger crated in our front yard. And me? I’ve been out to check on him a dozen times.
I’m just heart broken for the poor little guy, he so frightened. I want to take his fear away and I’m worried what the outcome of his life will be…. *sighs*