Another Hound Haul Complete!!
Friday, October 14, 2011 at 10:23AM Last Thursday we had the pleasure of welcoming ten of our latest prison graduates home to Atlanta where some went immediately to their adoptive families and some went to foster homes. Getting ten at one time can be quite an undertaking but with the help of all of our volunteers, especially Kathy Marggraff, we did it!!
All of this did not occur without mishap, I have to say. The first involved my vehicle (a 2010 Honda Pilot) as we were traveling down I-20. I was on the phone chatting with one of the adopters when my dome lights started flickering. Well, I have to say, this particular vehicle has experienced several phenomenons since I purchased it in the fall of 2009 so that is what I thought was happening - another phenomenon! Having a door ajar is the only thing that I could think could be the culprit - that or possibly it was an electrical short. But thank God, my fear overcame me at that point because I pulled over on the side of the road to check all the doors. First the passenger door behind me and then I went to the back hatch and lo and behold, it was ajar. I don't know if it would have opened on its own, but the thought of that happened nearly made me have a heart attack! I believe some of the quilt I had in the back for the dogs to lay on had become stuck between the door, preventing it from closing completely. I checked the other doors as well and when everything seemed to be secure, got back in and started our journey again heading to Smyrna.
We arrived there close to 7 p.m. and started unloading dogs. Not all of the adoptive or foster families had arrived so there seemed to be dogs everywhere. One foster Dad was holding his two plus one of ours when ours bolted. We all commenced to catching her. It was Ctw Twinkle Toes, better known as Lady Gaga from her prison days. I knelt down on the ground and called her name, "Lady Gaga" and she came running. It was amazing and definitely a very good thing.
One more crisis adverted! Heart attack number two was over. At that point, it started raining, but of course! One of our dog hauls would not be complete without rain. It didn't rain too hard and not for very long, thank goodness.
Once everyone had been properly dispersed to their respective foster or adoptive homes, Kathy and I headed to the Village Cafe to get some dinner. It was nearly 8:30 p.m. by now but it was really nice to sit and relax for a bit. After that, I headed home with my 36-hour foster, Raider Water, as he was getting adopted on Saturday. Made it home and found my four Greyhounds plus my other foster, LK Exit Left, all well but definitely hungry. Fed them and then we all went to bed. After all, Friday was another day, right?
Not so much, actually. An email came across our Yahoo discussion list that one of our long term fosters had escaped his backyard shortly around 10 a.m. Close to 1:30 p.m., I had determined I could no longer sit and wait. I left work and headed to the foster's neighborhood to search for Fonzy. Luckily I had some tennis shoes at work which I changed into so I could walk the neighborhood. Most of us carry squawkers and extra collars and leads with us at all times . . . just in case so I was all set to start searching.
There were sightings along the way, some folks said they had seen Fonzy go this way or that way and that he was "just here", so we knew we were close on his trail. It was after that though that there didn't appear to be any new sightings; he seemed to have just disappeared into thin air. We forged on and continued our search.
A few volunteers from another local Greyhound adoption group also helped in the search. Approximately around 5:30 p.m., the foster Mom received a phone call from a man in the neighborhood stating he had Fonzy. He wouldn't disclose his house number but did tell her the street. She got into her vehicle and headed over to that area. At the same time, the guy called back and left a message for her to call him back. All phone calls to him after that time were unanswered which perplexed all the volunteers because no one knew what could have happened to him and most importantly, did he still have Fonzy? Around 9:00 p.m. one of the volunteers was able to reach him. Apparently he had to go to work between that time so could not return calls until then. They made arrangements to meet the man to get Fonzy. The hand off happened and then I was called to come get him as I had just gone home myself to take care of my four plus the three fosters. Fonzy is well, none the worse for wear and is at my home for the time being. The foster Mom corrected the problem with the gate so escapes in the future should be non-existent.
Crisis adverted and heart attack number 3 was over! All within a 36-hour period!! Whew, it was a stressful few days but you know I'm so grateful everyone is okay and is safe and sound. In the end, it truly is all about the dogs!!

