Sidney and Nikki

I am going to start at the beginning.  Beginnings are always a best place to start.  His beginning started OK, I am guessing.  He had a loving woman that took care of him when he was a kitten, got his shots and then got him neutered.  I was all good for him.  He did get that great start in life that all cats should get.

Then, the not-so-good part...  For some reason she had to give her cat up.  She gave him to a couple that had a 5 year old son and this son loved this cat.  All good, right?  Not so good.  He was loved(?) but was kept in a garage to live because the owner said that he did not have the time for him.  My question was then why did you take him in.  Oh I did not ask him that, I was too upset what he did before that. 

Sidney was dumped on us.  I had just told my husband that I could not take care of anymore cats.  I already have 5 and that was enough.  These people need some Karma to come back on them for what they did.  It was not only about their cat, but also their dog and that is how we met Sidney.

One day in December of 2014 there was a commotion in our yard and I went to the door to see what it was all about.  Well I found out when I looked out my French doors on my back deck.  Now you have to come up quite a few steps to get to that.  There was a very excited tan and white dog out there.  I tried to get it, but it ran back down the steps and so I went out the front door to look for it.  That was when I found Mikey, who isn’t afraid of much out here in these woods, up a tree.  He has never been treed like that.  I was worried that he wouldn’t be able to get back down since the tree didn’t have that many branches low to the ground.

I finally got a hold of the dog.  I found out that she had tags on a color.  I looked at the tags and well she wouldn’t hold still long enough for me to take a look at the tag to see who she belonged too.  You see I live at looks like a dead end.  I live off of a loop that runs at the bottom of the road that my road is jutting off of.  Many strays and drop-offs have come here.  They know they will be treated right and with respect.  Duke was not outside and I put her on Dukes rope.  I had to shorten it by many feet as his rope is about 80 feet long.  She was there for a couple of hours until my husband came home.  Then I brought her inside. 

Cats flew everywhere as she was not accustomed to them.  It was not as if she was going to hurt them.  She wanted to play with them, but they did not want to play with her.  She was way too excited of a dog and cats don’t usually like that much activity.  She tried to play with Duke; he liked it a little bit but not too much.  Heck Duke is 15 years old and he does not do well with play at this age. 

We finally were able to see what tags that she had on and called the veterinarian that she got her rabies shot with.  They would not give us a name or number to call.  They called the persons directly and then gave them our number.  Anyway, they could not get off of work and so, being the kind lady that I am, told them to take their time.  Really there was no rush.  She was beautiful and her name was Nikki.  So that was a good thing and I called her by her name.  She was part husky and part wolf.  I could see that clearly.  I talked to the lady who called us first and she told us all kinds of things about her.  She told us that she was 5 years old and that she gets out of the fenced in yard all the time.  Well that was a RED Flag.  I have never seen this dog before running around the woods or the roads and neither had my husband.  She definitely was not 5 years old either.  She was younger than that and that was based on her activity level.  The lady talked about a cat that she was going to be taking to the pound and dropping off.  The pounds are always full of cats and I knew that he would be put down.  Many of them are around here.  These kinds of people do not respect their animals.  That is how I get so many strays.  I told her that I loved cats and dogs and all the strays and will not turn them away.

The man and his 5 year old son and their other senior dog all come to pick up the dog a few hours later.  My husband was on-call that night and had to leave before he got here.  It was all good, or so I thought.  I will get to that later.  He picked up the dog and put her in his truck.  We talk a few and the little boy asked all kinds of questions.  He was cute.  Then he brings in a large, actually huge crate with his cat in that they did not want anymore.  I could not turn it away and he told me that I could keep the crate and all the towels that Sidney was laying on.  Let me tell you this cat was traumatized.  I will write how he has done in the next blog.  I just want to bring you up from the first time that I met Sidney.

A few nights later Nikki comes to the back door again.  So I call the number that we have for the owners several times and leave about three messages that their dog is here and they need to come pick her up.  They finally called back and it was the man and he told me that he never owned a dog and just moved in there a few months ago.  My husband got really upset.  He walked to the house where Nikki lived and knocked on the door.  There were cars in the driveway and the same one that they came and got Nikki in the first time.  My husband came back home with the dog.  They would not answer the door.  He also said that the gate was wide open and a broom held it so that it could not close.  What the lady before told me is that they do that and she will come back home and they find her on the back porch in the morning.  Another Red Flag and both my husband and I both saw this and we were in agreement with this.  After we ate dinner my husband walked to dog to the owner’s house.  They only live about 5 houses up the road.  He caught the guy standing in the driveway. I did not know of all the conversation that went on but when my husband came home he was livid and he told me that if he wasn’t a nice guy that he would have punched the guy in the face. 

The next day my husband tries to get in touch with the Humane Society and tell him the story of Nikki and that something should be done.  I don’t know how this all ended up but we never was able to get in touch with them.  I have not seen Nikki since and I do hope that she has a loving home now.  I hope that she was not hit by a car or left to fend for herself as a drop off someplace else.

Now back to Sidney and that will be in my next blog.

© Debra K. Allen a.k.a Lady Guinevere

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