So I made up fliers with the found doggie (current operating name is Rosalita- my mother read that in the comments and likes it), and I have now papered every business and stopped at very home within a ten mile area of where I found the dog. The Humane Society has not called back, and tomorrow I will contact vets in the region and deal with craigslist and all the local rags. Other than that, I don’t know what else I can do but wait.
For now I’m operating under the assumption that she is a lost dog, so I’m doing what I can to find her owners. I know how distraught I would be if Lily was missing, so I’m just assuming there is some little girl who lost her pooch.
Dogs get along fine now- I took them to the park and they romped the fields. The JRT, as they often are, is more obedient than Lily. All I have to do is whistle and she comes. She hasn’t so much as made a funny look at Tunch, which is good, because if she so much as looks sideways at him she is gone.
Every single farmhouse I stopped at (and I don’t think you all realize how country the roads are where I found her- half of you would be making Deliverance jokes) had dogs, and every single one of the dogs was someone who had been dumped. They all seemed to take great joy at looking in the back seat and saying “Those two seem to get along. Looks like ya got two dogs now.”
I don’t know why I am even fighting this. We all know how this is going to end. I must have “sucker” written on me in a language only dogs understand.