Our day yesterday did not end the way we thought it would but that’s okay. Our dog Oakley is now seen in a new light. Although she is a Golden Retriever she really isn’t all that big. Actually, you could call her “wee”. And last night we could prove it. My husband and I were going to go out and grab a quick dinner and as we were driving out of our neighborhood we saw a really big white dog wandering around. We pulled over and I called to the dog thinking it belonged to a friend of mine. The dog came right to me and I knew it was not my friend’s dog. It was HUGE! A Great White Pyrenees. She had a dog tag that said “SASSY” and a Virginia phone number etched on the back. The thing is….we live in North Carolina.
She willing climbed into our minivan and immediately tried to climb in the front seat and slimed my husband’s sleeve. Augh! She was thirsty I could tell. We turned around and headed back home. We called the number on her tag but only got a voice recording. I sent out an email and called everyone I could think of who might know who this dog belonged to. My thought was it belonged to someone who was visiting here for the Thanksgiving Holiday and had wandered away. I turned out to be right.
Our dog Oakley LOVED Sassy. She kept trying to get her to play and it was the cutest thing to see this giant dog playing with our tiny Golden. We fed her and gave her lot’s of water and my husband and I just kept looking at each other. This is a BIG dog! The whole vision we had of how we were going to spend our Thanksgiving weekend started to change. It looked like we were going to be taking care of the Jolly
Green White Giant of dogs. But she was sweet, smart and very well behaved.
Our kid’s mouths dropped open when they came home and were greeted by this happy and huge dog. We all have thought it might be fun to own a big dog. Last night we all got a taste of it. Our daughter wanted to take her back to school with her. Yeah, right! And our son who is not a big fan of dog drool made we wipe up an especially large puddle on the floor. So much for the “helping” part he always insists on if we got another dog.
About 3 hours later we got the call back we were hoping for. Sassy’s owner called with huge relief in her voice and came to pick her up. We were right. She was visiting family for Thanksgiving and Sassy found a way to wander away. I could tell the past 3 hours were torture for Sassy’s owner and I am soooo glad we did the right thing and skipped our dinner out to bring that sweet dog home with us.
I hope you all have a very HAPPY THANKSGIVING!