I found my dog, Lila, on the front porch of my mother-in-law's
home during a thunderstorm, along with her sister, whom we temporarily named Ginger. They were cold, wet, starving, and scared. I never would have seen them if my
husband had not pointed them out, as they were hiding underneath a green lawn chair, huddled together for warmth. It was heartbreaking. I made an honest effort to find the owners, and I finally found a shady looking couple in the neighborhood claiming that the puppies were theirs. They lived in a shack, had no fence in their yard, and were letting the puppies run under my car. That was enough to worry me about the fate of these little cuddly creatures, who had already been through enough, but then it struck me as odd that the
women said that she hadn't seen the puppies in weeks, and then she had to wait for her
husband to get
home to see if he "wanted" them. First of all, these puppies could not have been more than two months old (later on, a vet agreed that they had probably been seven weeks old when I found them). They couldn't have possibly been gone for weeks and have survived. Secondly, what in the world did she plan to do if her
husband didn't "want" them? With her permission, which I easily won, I took them
home with me. She told me that she was glad that they weren't going to have to go to a shelter, which I suppose is what she meant to do with them rather than finding them homes. Today, some suggest that the puppies were not lost, but rather dumped off at my mother-in-law's. I agree.
