When your doorbell goes off at 6:45 a.m. it's like the phone ringing in the middle of the night, you know it can't be good. This morning, a neighborhood lady stood at my front door with, you guessed it, another stray animal, this time a puppy. Now, I've looked for it and can't find it, I'm sure it's there somewhere, but there has to be a sign in my yard that says RUTH'S RESCUE CENTER---BRING ANY ANIMAL YOU FIND HERE.
The lady had been on her way to work when you saw the puppy in the middle of the highway, dodging cars. We have five animals living here, four cats and a dog, all were strays that were given a home. Some quite reluctantly, but that's the case. We're full up, no vacancy, no room at the inn. Here's the problem; we don't live in the city limits of either Sand Springs or Tulsa where they have facilities for taking care of things like this. We live in Osage County. Osage County does not have an animal shelter. The options are few. It's either keep it, try to find a home for it, kill it, or re-dump it.
There's not a month that goes by that a new stray dog doesn't show up somewhere in this neighborhood, an ongoing problem that Osage County ignores. This is the same county that has forced me to change my address twice in the last nine years; another indicator of how efficient they are over there at the court house.
In the meantime, the lady has promised to pick up the dog after work. What happens from there? Who knows? But like the rude awakenings in the dark, it can't be good.
All three of our dogs were rescued from untoward circumstances. Along with them, we have had many dropped off which I dutifully take to the vet, get fixed and all their shots. So far we have been able to find homes for all of them.
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