Someone dumped these four little pups at the end of my block today. It’s happened before, but this time at least I saw the four of them only about an hour after they were abandoned. The tan one (female) and the black one looking up at the camera (male) were easy to catch. The black and white one (female) and the black one in front (male) decided to crawl into a drain pipe. My friend and I tried to get them out, but we had no luck. A couple of hours later, they were both out and I grabbed them one at a time and brought them back to the house.
They are inside now, sleeping peacefully. My puppy girls are very curious about them, but of course it’s best to keep them separate.
I’ll never understand why people do this sort of thing. The woman who saw them dumped said that she had seen someone dump kittens there before. No doubt that’s one possible way that I got the four semi-feral kittens I now have. Puppies are fairly easy to get adopted, or at least that has been my experience. I’m pretty sure someone dumped my Tammy since she looked pretty good the first time I saw her. When she came back a month or so later, she was in bad shape. She was more than happy to stay and really doesn’t want to go anywhere now, even if it’s for a ride to the park. Dora was abandoned along with her litter. Someone rescued her litter, but left her behind. Thankfully a very wonderful woman went back and got Dora before the people who were shooting at her could kill her. I adopted her not too long after that. She’s still damaged, but she’s much better now.
The last abandoned pup, Chase, didn’t make it. He had already contracted distemper by the time he found me, and despite my best efforts, died last June after only living with us for a month.
These four look healthy — they are fat, their eyes and noses are clear, and but for one spot on the black and white one’s butt, their coats and skin are clear. I’ll have a closer look at them in the morning — in the sunlight. I checked on them again — sleeping, with a couple of big yawns.
Any suggestions for names? I know there’s some sort of weird thing about naming and staying around, but as I found out with Chase, wherever I end up taking them, I’ll have to have names for them.
Update: Around 8:30, Dora got up and went to the bedroom door (where the puppies are) and started squeaking. I went inside and the puppies had eaten all their food and had curled back up in the back of the crate. I took the tan one out and held her. Like they had all done earlier, she clung to me and seemed a little frightened — understandable, of course. The little black one that had been in the pipe let me scratch his head and he even wagged his tail. A few minutes ago, (it’s about 9:30) I heard a puppy and went in. Somehow I hadn’t locked the crate door. The smart little puppies were all back in the crate, but had gone into the bathroom and pooped (x2) and peed (x2). Wow! I put a couple of squeaky toys and a chew rope into the crate and made sure to lock the door this time. I talked to them the whole time, and the tan girl and black boy pups wagged their tails. The other two, especially the black and white female, were still very wary.
I found Chase’s old collar and will use it to take them out in the backyard one at a time tomorrow morning. They are seriously cute puppies.
Late Update: I checked on them again and they had knocked their water over. I changed their bedding, poked holes in a new plastic container (they had chewed on the other one) and tied the new water container to the crate. Hopefully that will keep them with water and dry bedding at the same time. I’m just winging this — I’ve never had so many little puppies in my care before.