It was 5:30 am. I had already fed and watered my dogs and loaded them up in the Ford F250 to head to the office. We rolled in and just outside of the fence, I saw a dead dog laying on the side walk. Sadly, a common sight in the Corridor of Cruelty, the area our pipe yard is located. As I pulled in the gate, I saw the dog’s head pop up. I was happily surprised. I stopped my truck, got out, and slowly approached her. She didn’t move. I sat close to her and slowly scooched toward her. She was having none of that and ran off. I was disappointed, but she didn’t know me from Adam, so I couldn’t blame her. I went into the office with the girls.
Later that day I saw that cute, medium-sized dog roaming around the pipe yard. I put food and water out for her. I watched from my window. She didn’t see me. She scarfed down the food and water, but every time I went out to greet her, she ran off. This went on for a week. I could never get close enough to her to snag her. No way was she going to make it in the pipe yard. It’s very dangerous. I had never trapped a dog, but I was considering it.
The very next morning I drove into the pipe yard and she trotted out of a large piece of pipe. I slowed down. She walked right in front of my truck and sat down. She just starred at me. I wasn’t sure what to do. I got out of my truck and walked over to her. She watched me but didn’t move. She had an injury on her head and one on her side. She was wearing a piece of canvas around her neck that had been tied together with steel wire. No way to remove that without cutting it off. And I did cut it off.
I reached down and took her head in my hands. Her whole body relaxed and I rubbed her head. She was ready to be saved. I put my dogs up and she followed me into the office. I gave her food and water and she wouldn’t leave my side. She had a beautiful black coat. Not a peep came from this sweet girl, but her tail could not quit wagging. I put her on a leash and walked her outside. No problem – house trained. Total winner.
I called my friend, Dr. Washington, and took the dog to her clinic. When I pulled out of the gate, I passed by Pearl street. I looked at her and said, “Yep, you’re Pearl.” She looked up at me and stared into my eyes. She was Pearl. As we drove to the clinic, she scrunched up next to me and went to sleep. I rested my hand on her as we drove. She was at peace.
I dropped her off at Dr. Washington’s and they fixed her up and kept her for me. Everyone there instantly fell in love with Pearl. She has soulful eyes. Rescued Pets Movement took her after that. While she was waiting for her trip to Colorado to 2 Blondes All Breed Rescue, she stayed at our office with us. She was perfect in every way. And now she was healthy and putting on weight.
She transported several weeks ago and I was told that after her long journey, she couldn’t wait to get out and give kisses to everyone. And her foster family adores her. She’ll find a human of her own in short order. Of that, I have no doubt.
She came to me when she was ready. I’m so glad she did. I was ready before she was. Timing is everything. Had we not met when we did, she probably would have ended up like so many strays in Houston. She was ready.
Have a great life Pearl.