On December 30th, 2015 my husband, our two kids, our schnauzer and myself took an evening ride to the Salt Lake County Animal Shelter. There, we met up with my sisters friend Natalie, who was fostering a dog who had been found with her puppies under a shed just a short time before.
This sweet little brussles griffon was in need of a home. Her puppies had found homes of their own and she was microchipped, spayed (the day before) and ready to go. We fell in love. My husband fell in deep. Splinter the schnauzer seemed not to mind her, so we decided to add another fur baby to the family and we took her home.
Our littlest human, Sundae, in true three year old fashion, screamed the whole way home. Poor little brussles griffon was terrified of shrieking toddler, which I understand completely. Shrieking toddler is truly terrifying, believe me.
When they arrived home my husband went about the business of getting everyone out of the car and in that craziness the new dog ran off. Davin was panicked. I got the girls fed and settled down and finally in bed while Davin searched on foot, in 8 degree weather, wearing a coat and a headlamp for 4 and a half hours. He finally came in after midnight with empty hands.
Obviously we were very upset. New dog had just had surgery, it was freezing outside, she didn't know the area or where we lived and she didn't even have a name. We registered her on missing pet websites, called all the shelters, checked with dispatch, plastered her picture on every Facebook page we could think of.
For nearly three weeks we heard nothing. We thought she was gone for good. We had mourned her, but we hadn't quite given up.
On January 16th I was checking my email and one of the websites she was registered on emailed me to let me know she was still listed as a lost pet on the site and reminded me to keep checking the found animals section. There, at the bottom of the email was a few of the found animals listed on the website and there was a picture of our little dog. She'd been found!
Last night I brought her home, Davin named her Rogue and I cleaned her until she was soft and happy.
I slept sandwiched between two dogs all night long. I have the feeling this will be the new normal.
Sunny is crazy about "Road" and wants her to sit on her lap. So far, Rogue is a great sport.
She's home, she seems to be adjusting and we're happy she's alive!
Two adults, two children and two dogs. I think we're complete.
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