So a couple of days ago, I had just arrived home from ... someplace, it slips my mind... when I saw a little puppy in our driveway. I coaxed her to me and she sidled up, very sweet and affectionate. Mum was in the garden and so we decided to bring the pup into our yard, where rambunctious little Kerbie immediately tried to play with her new friend (new pup wasn't in the mood).
Little pup had a collar around her neck and she was very well taken care of, so it was very apparent that she had gotten lost. Thus began the whole adventure of me printing out Dog Found flyers, posting them up on our front gate and the rear window of the car, giving them out to pet stores and guard houses, etc. In the meantime, there was the whole Facebook social media spread too; my FB post was shared over 50 times:
Mum and I were immediately taken with her because she was so sweet, and I'd even started to call her Lucy, gearing myself up for the possibility that we'd end up with three dogs again, heheh!
But the next day, thanks to FB, I was informed of a woman named Lynn who had lost her dog, and lo and behold, it was Lucy! (Turns out her name is Lidi, which is close enough; I seem to be slightly psychic with doggy names: Lucy/Lidi, and when I came up with Kerbie my neighbour had planned to call her Kylie!) So I called a very grateful Lynn, who arranged to come by our house to pick Lidi up. Oh, what a reunion that was; the somewhat despondent Lidi immediately perked up the moment she recognised her human and went running to the front door; and when Lynn and her partner came under the porch, Lidi rushed right into Lynn's arms.
|Lynn's FB plea|
|A very happy and relieved Lynn and Lidi!|
The only one who might have been sad over Lidi's leaving would've been Kerbie, who I'm sure had been excited about having a new friend to play with (Lidi wasn't too accommodating in the play department, though... and turns out Lidi was about 4 or 5 years old, not a puppy anymore!!)