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Thursday, July 27, 2006

My new friend


This here is Earl, or Rocko I haven't decided which yet.
Today is the day I get him out of the pound and tomorrow we go for a drive up to the Blue Mountains where Mum and Dad will look after him.

I found Earl/Rocko a week ago, he was a stray wandering around the business park where I work. It was a Thursday afternoon and I had just finished up at the gym. As I was walking back to the office I noticed this handsome young fella, walking this way and that and enjoying the mid-winter sun.
I stopped to have a chat and see if he had any collar (which he didn't). I figured he belonged to one of the builders nearby and kept on my way to the office.
Rocko had other ideas.
He followed me into the foyer and I realized he was lost. So I took up to work and begun ringing around to see if anyone had reported him missing.
The RSPCA said no. The Pound said no. The building site said no. No near by vet clinics had a dog fitting his description. All the while I was doing this Earl/Rocko was sitting under my desk quietly, with only the occasional sigh escaping.
My work colleague Pete (who is also a dog person) looked on-line at the lost dog websites, we couldn't find any sign Rocko was missed. We gave Rocko some water and a few biscuits, which he appreciated. I could tell from his temperament, he was a well socialised dog, who knew basic instructions. Someone had lost him.

Well that was effectively the end of my working day, I took Rocko home and walked him over to our local vet to check if he had a microchip. On the way to the vet I noticed some markings on his side, some mongrel bastard had branded the word 'Pill' on him!?! Go figure.
To my relief (at this stage) Rocko was not micro-chipped, I would have hated to have given him back to the kind of dickheads who brand dogs.

Rocko stayed with us over night and with great regret in my heart, I had to drop him off at the pound on Friday morning. By now, Karin and I had decided Rocko would be coming home to live with us (making the grand total 4x Dogs, 4x Cats).
At the pound I was advised Rocko would stay there for 7 days and if no one claimed him, he could come home with us. The photo above is from the ACT Domestic Animal Services website Link
Well a week has been and gone and this afternoon I can pick him up.
I told Mum about Rocko and she said I have too many dogs as it is, her and Dad will will take Rocko as a companion for their dog Polly.

He is off to a great home tomorrow, where he can look forward to a long life of being spoilt and well loved.
Turned out nice again!

1 comment:

Seraph said...

Awwwww. Poor doggie.
Well - I'm glad your folks are gonna look after him now. He's a lucky canine indeed !