Our miniature pinscher saga had a happy resolution this morning. At 7:00 in the cotton-pickin' morning our phone rang. It was the owner of Mimi and Pepe; whose real names are Clovas (sic) and Garth. He drove over right away to pick them up, and the resultant tail-wagging confirmed that he was indeed their owner. He lives a couple blocks from where Liz found them. When he came home Wednesday afternoon to find them gone, he said he didn't know where to look. So he didn't look. I think someone's a few fries short of a happy meal.
His mom saw Liz's "Found Dog" signs this morning when she was putting up "Yard Sale" signs. That explains the early intrusion on my weekend sleeping. But the guy has a 9-year-old son, who I am sure is overjoyed to have his puppies back.
All's well that ends well. Our three dogs said they won't miss Clovas and Garth one bit.
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Wow, Garth and Clovas are a far cry from Mimi and Pepe. I'm with you on the guy being a few cards short of a deck. Glad they found their way back home, even if it sounds like a looney bin. :P
once we knew their names, we called them that, and they still didn't give any sign of recognition.
they also weren't housebroken, but were obviously inside dogs. they learned to use our doggy door, but only to come in; not to go out.
their owner told Liz he had bought a doggy door, but hadn't gotten around to installing it yet. way to go, dude. we wouldn't want to hurry into this potty-training bit now, would we?
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