Lexy's Story, Part 4

See Parts 1, Parts 2 and Parts 3 if you haven't already!

On Monday, I anxiously waited for lunch to come. I drove as fast as I could to animal control. When I got there, my grandmother was already waiting on me. I felt some of the anxiety melt away when I saw her car. I knew I was doing the right thing and had my family by my side!

We walked into the office area and once again explained the situation. I told the woman behind the desk (a different one this time, THANK GOD! This one was actually nice.) that I wanted to make sure my information was with the correct dog. They told me I could walk back into the shelter and confirm it was the dog I brought in.

Our animal control had different sections. One of them was the office area where the business was handled. Another was a play room with a door to the yard where people who were adopting could play with potential adoptees. Another area is where the adoptable dogs are kept. They are healthy and happy. The last section is for dogs that are waiting on owners to claim them, are sick or are waiting to be put down.

Ok, guys. I am warning you. Do not, EVER go back into that last section. Just don't do it. I opened the door and started walking through, desperately searching for our little girl. I passed a gorgeous bulldog, some puppies and a dog that broke my heart. He was laying on the cold, concrete floor with more sadness in his eyes than I have ever seen. He looked like he had been beaten really badly. Swollen eyes, bloody face and that sadness. God those eyes killed me. I just had to keep walking. I reached the last cage and there she was! My sweetie was there! I pointed to her and told the woman that was the dog I brought in. She looked at the number on the cage and we walked back to the office area. I couldn't bring myself to look at the other dogs again.

Once we were in the office, she pulled out my file and confirmed they did the have my information attached to the correct dog. They said it was a male which I still didn't believe, but what could I say? Then they told me something I never expected to hear. They said the owner of the dog had signed her over to the shelter. He actually drove to animal control and signed her over to them. What did that mean? That meant I could pick her up that day!!!! I was absolutely thrilled. I called JJ and told him what had happened and he said he agreed I should get her and bring her home until we found someone to adopt her. I was so excited!

I left work a little early and headed to pick her up. She was still covered in poop so the first thing I did was take her to get a bath. She was terrified but I tried talking to her and gave her lots of biscuits. We got home and introduced her to Piper. For the first week or so, Piper was pissed at us. Seriously. She gave us dirty looks and refused to come to us when we called her. I was really upset and told JJ we needed to find her a new home ASAP. However, the longer we kept her, the more we fell in love with her (btw, it was a female. I have no idea why the shelter kept insisting she was a he. We also discovered she was only 8 months old. She was just a puppy and had already been through so much!). Eventually, Piper fell in love with her too. Now, they play all the time and will cry if they are separated. I seriously cannot imagine my life without her. She has such a huge personality and makes me laugh every day. Guys, I really love her.

So, I would now like to introduce our new girl, Lexy.

Lexy's Story: Part 3

This is part 3 of the Lexy saga. See Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven't yet!

The next morning after finding the owner of the stray dog, we decided to go pick her up from animal control. We needed to stop by her owner's house again to ask him the name of the vet that he used and the dog's name so we could call and get her records. We stopped by the owners house around 10:00 that morning. JJ stayed in the car and I went to the door. I rang the doorbell and could hear the man's son running around upstairs. I waited and waited. I was not about to leave when I knew they were home, so I rang the doorbell again. I waited a couple of minutes and finally someone approached the door. The man whipped open the door and yelled, "WHAT?"

I was a little shocked but I managed to ask him who his vet was. He said he used Dr. Berry. I thanked him and went back to the car. I told JJ the doctor's name and he asked what the dog's name was. CRAP! I had been so taken aback by the man's rude behavior that I had forgotten to ask for the dog's name. I told JJ I would go back and this time he came with me. I rang the doorbell again and braced myself. The man once again whipped open the door and yelled at us. He said it "was not a good morning for this." I could not believe it. All we were trying to do was help him out by taking his dog and finding it a home and he was still being a total ass. JJ spoke with him very calmly which was good because I was shaking I was so furious. The man said that he thought the dog's name was Sally. He thinks? He wasn't sure? Don't most people know their own dog's name?

I stomped back to the car and JJ finished talking to him. He got back in the car and we headed back to animal control. When we got there we headed to the office area and spoke with the only woman working. She was (of course) completely rude to us. We explained what had happened and she told us that the dog would have to stay at animal control for five days or until the current owner signed her to the shelter. I was really upset. Five days would be Thanksgiving Day so she would have to wait until after the holiday weekend. That would mean she would be stuck there for 10 days.

Another thing that bothered me was the woman kept saying that the dog we turned in was a male. I was really confused. I was almost positive the dog had been a female but the lady said that the dog was definitely a male. Also, they had originally told us that the dog did not have a microchip but they said that was a mistake and it did have one. I was confused and upset but there was nothing I could do. I would have to wait.

I called my grandmother who lives about 30 minutes from us. She has rescued many, many dogs in her lifetime. She lives in the country and people will drive out there and dump their dogs. The dogs somehow seem to know that my grandparents are dog people because they always make their way to their house. They have rescued countless dogs and nursed them back to health. They kept some and found homes for the rest. They have a dog that was dumped by a church and they found it when it was close to dying. They saved her and kept her. They found a dog that someone dumped because they wanted more money for BEER. They kept her too and she is a wonderful dog.

My grandmother advised me to go back to the shelter on Monday (it was Saturday at that point) and make sure that they had the right dog. We were both worried that they put my information with the wrong dog due to the confusion of the sex of the dog and the suddenly appearing microchip. I agreed and we made plans to meet there during my lunch break on Monday.

Part 4 coming up soon!

Logos!!!

I'm interrupting the Lexy series to ask you guys for your opinions again. I hired I Do Originals to come up with a logo for my new wedding planning business. They sent me three logos that I can use. I also can modify them if I wish to do so. I need your help! Is there one you like better? Is there one you absolutely hate? Are there modifications we should make? I know you guys are honest with me and I really value your opinions. Also, since some of you are recently married or engaged, you are my perfect target audience! So here they are!