Just Call Me Snow White

After I had been working at the LHS for about a year a coworker called me Snow White. She said I reminded her of Snow White because I have dark hair and she thought I had a talent with getting animals to trust me. I took that as a very nice compliment, but I really felt like Snow White this Sunday.

On Halloween when I was on my way back to my house (I had forgotten my wings) and a dog ran in and then out of the street. I pulled over and tried to catch it...although I quickly realized that I wasn't in a safe spot. I pulled into the driveway and attempted to coax the dog to me. He was having none of that and ran into the street and proceeded towards College, in the middle of the road! A nice woman, with two dachshunds

in her car, pulled over and let me know that Animal Control was on the next street up, towards College. Right after she drove off I saw the dog run onto that street. I tried to call Animal Control, but was on hold for too long...I was already running late! I figured that the dog was heading their way and they would catch it.

The next afternoon my landlord waved me down as I was heading to the CSU vs. BYU game. He had seen my trying to catch the dog the day before and asked if I knew the dog. It turns out the dog was once again running down the middle of the street earlier that afternoon. We talked about it how odd it was that the dog had a what appeared to be a leash on and that it had some scarring or staining on its face, and then I headed off to the game.

Sunday morning I was letting Haley out to use the bathroom and my landlord's dog started frantically barking. I looked in his direction and the stray dog was just east of the garage. I hadn't seen the dog since Halloween, so I just assumed he had been caught.

I quickly brought Haley into the house and gathered the smelliest food I could find....string cheese! I headed out to the back of the yard and then dog was just outside of the fence. Long story short, I tossed cheese to him and then later Natural Balance until he actually stuck his head in my slip lead (he was still on the other side of the fence and I was having trouble grabbing the slip lead that was already around his neck).

Turns out that he was a sweet dog who was just very scared. He was about 2 years old and neutered. The dog didn't have scarring on its face, it actually had entropion. I called Animal Control to tell them that I had caught him and went closer my place to wait.

When Animal Control came they mentioned that neighbors had reported the dog being attacked by coyotes and they had been patrolling and setting traps for the whole time. It made me feel like I had done my good deed for the day! No matter the outcome at the humane society at least the dog will not been hit by a car, killed by coyotes or starve/freeze out in the elements.