A year ago, almost to the day, Crabby brought Gertie and Pablo home, after they had spent the day abandoned at a McDonalds, tied to a tree, with no water. It was 107 degrees. There had been Facebook chatter about them all day, but other than the original poster taking water to them, no one stepped up to help. Crabby took the long way home from work and brought them to The Ranch.
A sign was left at the tree the kids were tied to, in case their person had been in an accident or something. A few days later, we got a call from a man claiming they were his dogs. We were supposed to meet that evening, but he didn’t call me back. So began a few weeks of him sending texts I told him I couldn’t receive, calls with changing stories, and the inclusion of an outside person with more experience than I in these situations.
Mention was made of an ex-wife, so I posted several Craig’s List ads, just in case Pablo and Gertie were pawns in a domestic dispute. No responses, at least none that produced pictures or descriptions coming close to Gertie and/or Pablo. Gertie didn’t have a micro chip, but Pablo did. Unfortunately, his chip was never registered.
Time passed, Pablo’s appetite for the taste of human flesh made him un-adoptable, and we had a chunky vet bill to get his teeth fixed, so he was given his promise that Run A Muck Ranch was his forever home. Gertie didn’t receive her promise until a vet recommended putting her down in October.
Time continued to pass, Pablo became a huma-tarian (lost his taste for human flesh), Gertie proved the vet wrong by not only living, but thriving, and life went on at Run A Muck Ranch.
Last weekend I received a telephone call from the Mom of Pablo and Gertie, when they were Tuko and Cheyenne, before they were left at the McDonalds last year.
I’m going to keep the details vague because I don’t want to give false information, but according to the Mom, she found herself in dire circumstances and had to leave the state suddenly, causing her to make the heartbreaking decision to surrender Pablo and Gertie to The Humane Society.
The man who abandoned the kids at the McDonalds was either a current or previous husband, got Pablo and Gertie out of the shelter at some point, and at some point later, abandoned them at the McDonalds.
For whatever reason, the man still had my phone number a year later, he and Mom re-connected in some form, he gave her my number, and she called me.
Life throws curve balls at people sometimes, and sometimes people have to make gut wrenching decisions. In this case, Mom surrendering Gertie and Pablo to The Humane Society. The not knowing whether or not they made it out of the shelter alive, and if they did, were they OK… from the sound of Mom’s voice, it was horrible. She had been told many lies about the kids last year by the man who abandoned them. She didn’t know what to think.
For her part, Mom informed me that, yes, Gertie lived with her for 10 years, but she was 2 when she was adopted, making her not 11 now, but 13. From the sounds of it, Pablo was a velcro hound, constantly needing human contact, not the independent, “I’m too busy to cuddle right now” party animal he is now. Most surprisingly, she said both Pablo and Gertie knew basic obedience commands. When we attempted to get them to sit, Gertie couldn’t stop laughing and Pablo gave a look that was pretty clear in it’s meaning: “I give the commands around here, not you!”.
The happy ending to all of this is that Mom now knows Gertie and Pablo are happy, healthy and most importantly, loved.
The sad ending is that since Mom now lives on the East Coast, she can only see them in photos, videos and stories posted here and to the Run A Muck Ranch Facebook page. For that reason, I may post a little heavier about Gertie and Pablo. Bear with me on that. Getting Pablo to sit still long enough to get pictures that are more than blurs – that will be a trick.