2009.11.20
The fugitive wiener
The Great and Powerful Skunk Hunter and I are going out to help a friend celebrate her birthday after work, so I drove home on my lunch hour to let my pooches out for a tinkle break.
Driving through my 'hood, minding my own business, I had to slam the brakes on my Beetle or I would have made a pancake out of a little wayward dachshund.
The stubby red pooch was just standing there in the middle of the Huntridge Road. I hit my hazard lights, got out of my car and shooed him into a driveway. He just looked at me and barked. Not aggressive, but not friendly either. He kind of reminded me of my high school gym teacher, Mrs. Parrott.
Yeah, that probably doesn't help you get a mental image unless you were in Mrs. Parrott's class. And if you were, we should talk some time about our shared trauma.
But I digress.
I politely asked the pooch where was his family. He woofed a little and provided no other guidance. His black collar held no tags.
I kept an eye on him as I knocked on the doors of the two houses whose yards he was scampering between. No one home at either place. As an elderly gentleman walked by I asked him if he knew where this dog belonged. He did not, but he had seen him running loose in the area before.
That's when I decided to call the cops.
I dialed Roanoke County Animal Control, described my new little friend's predicament, and the dispatcher said she would send an officer right out.
I tried to keep the dog's attention, bribed him to stay in this driveway and out of traffic with offers of some cold French fries, but he eyed me suspiciously. He barked, he waited, he barked some more.
About one minute before the animal control officer pulled up, the wiener dog made a break for it and hopped into the woody area beyond the houses. As he bounced away, he shot me a glance over his tiny shoulder like, "Why'd ya have to call the coppers on me, lady? They'll never take me alive!"
I gave the officer a complete description of the red, apparently neutered, male dachshund that appeared to be in good shape, not thin and not hungry, running around the Huntridge area of the Orchards in Bonsack. The very gracious and kind officer took off to search for the suspect.
If you are reading this, and that is your dog, please go home and get him. Put tags on his collar and don't let him roam loose. Please.
And tell him I'm sorry I turned him in to the law. It was only for his own protection, I swear.















