Hounds of the Baskervilles Update

So I'm stalking a Common Loon on the lake late-morning, and while walking by a cottage, I'm called over by the owners, who are life-long friends of the family, just having arrived up from the city. In chatting with Chuck, he asks me: "Oh, by the way, do you know who the white dog out there sleeping under the tree belongs to?" I look out to see not one, but TWO dogs, 'twas the HOUNDS, totally exhausted from their wild night in the woods:

I explained to Chuck what we had all endured overnight with the Hounds of Baskervilles, and these dogs had crashed and burned so much that when he and I went over to look at them, they couldn't even lift their heads....

I called the local Animal Control gang, and in their usual efficient manner arrived five hours later, only after a second phone call from me where I casually made mention of a fox family living nearby, as well as the R word (R= rabies, a dead fox last year tested positive for rabies, but thank goodness it was for the  "good" kind of rabies, whatever the hell that is, rabies is still rabies, right??!!)

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When these guys arrived,  they feared the dogs had been poisoned as they were so disoriented, but I told them about their Wild Night. One dog was eventually coaxed up and was able to barely walk to the van, whereas the other one had to be carried out on a stretcher, with yours truly holding on to a pole with the wire around its neck. Yeah, right, how effective would I have been to keep the dog under control if it got antsy, me with my flipflops on, puleease.

But we made it, both dogs' collars had owner info on them, and in fact the Animal Control fellows "knew of this guy". Great, didn't that make me feel better, their original plan was to take the Hounds to a vet but now that they knew who the owner was, by law they had to return these poor dogs to him, about six kilometres away from here. So stay tuned on this, I'm about to stalk this fellow in the next few days to see if the dogs have been properly cared for, ssssh.

In the meantime, I await the onset of poison ivy, as apparently the dogs were lying in a patch of it, as was I doing my good deed, in my flipflops. But as Ann can attest to, I'm fairly diligent about this, so after hosing myself down with anti-bacterial soap, I'm hopeful that perhaps I'll be spared???

In the meantime, I'm now looking forward to a quiet night of slumber for a change!

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