Dog Lover's Belief That Canines Always Win Against Cats Gets Shot Down By Online Users
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Reunited and it feels so good!
For dog lovers everywhere, your dogs are family. That's why losing a pet is every dog owner’s worst nightmare.
We always blame ourselves, think about what we could’ve done differently. After all, it's certainly not the dog's fault.
We lose sleep thinking about how our pampered dog is doing outside, all on its own… or if our dog is in a shelter somewhere with no clue what's going on. It is such a hard time, and not knowing where our dog is or how our dog is doing seems to be the hardest part.
Fortunately, lots of dogs who are lost on accident find a way home. Sometimes it’s plain luck, friendly strangers, or committed shelter staff that brings our dogs back. People love to share their heartwarming dog reunions, and we have compiled a list of the 50 of the most adorable example.
Enjoy each and every one of these human and dog reunions, and try to pick your favorite.
Is your dog your baby? Then you understand!
It's so wholesome when the dog is happy to see his human, too!
What a facial expression for a dog.
Temma Martin is a Public Relations Manager at Best Friends Animal Society, and she has worked at an animal control shelter for 11 years. She says that no matter how careful we are, pets, not just our dogs, can still get lost, so it's much better to be ready.
"Make sure your pet has more than one form of identification and find out what tags are required by law in your area," Martin told Bored Panda. "An ID tag is inexpensive and generally readily available at local stores. Include your name, current address, and phone number (two if possible). The ID tag is most convenient for anyone in your neighborhood who finds your pet."
In case your pet gets lost, start searching around your neighborhood right away. "Ask anyone who is out if they have seen them, including postal carriers, neighbors, children, joggers, etc.," Martin said. "Ask neighbors to check yards and garages where the pet might be hiding. Carry a leash or carrier with you, and make sure to have your cell phone in case someone calls you while you're out looking."
Next, call all local veterinarians and all shelters and give your dog's description and microchip ID (if they have one). "Check local social media pages and online classifieds for your area that post lost and found pets," Martin said. "Other platforms like NextDoor.com can be extremely helpful in posting lost and found pets in real-time."
Post a picture of your lost pet right away, and also pay attention to found pet posts. "People in your specific neighborhood may have seen the pet and can suggest where it was seen last. Many happy reunions have occurred quickly because of the power of social media."
You should visit the local shelters in person, not just call them on the phone. People's perceptions of breed and description can be different, so relying on someone else to find your dog is not as effective as looking for yourself.
"Check with other shelters in your area and leave your info just in case. While there is generally only one animal control shelter that would serve the particular jurisdiction, there might be other non-profit shelters around (although these don't often take in stray pets)," Martin said.
Miracles.
It was about 10:30 when we first smelled smoke from the approaching Tubbs fire that has ravaged Northern California. I ran up and down our roads on the ATV, but saw nothing. At 10:55 I could see the sky turning orange. I woke Ariel and told her to get ready to leave and went to wake Scott on the east end of the property. Stephen had already awoken from the smell of the smoke and the brightening sky.
By 11:10 we could see the first of the flames across the valley. By 11:15 they were growing larger and the winds went mad. We had loaded up the dogs and cats, but Odin, our stubborn and fearless Great Pyrenees would not leave the goats.
Even under the best of circumstances it is nearly impossible to separate Odin from the goats after nightfall when he takes over the close watch from his sister Tessa. I made a decision to leave him, and I doubt I could have made him come with us if I tried. We got out with our lives and what was in our pockets.
Cars behind us on Mark West Springs Road were pouring flames out of the windows as they roared down the road. Later that morning when we had outrun the fires I cried, sure that I had sentenced Odie to death, along with our precious family of bottle-raised goats.
Today, we were able to make it back to the smoldering wasteland of our forest. Every structure is in ruins. Trees are still burning.
Yet, eight goats came running to see us and get cuddles and kisses. Dixon has a burn on his back the size of a nickel. Other than that they are perfectly fine. Odin’s fur is burned and his whiskers melted. He is limping on his right leg. And he has adopted several baby deer who huddle around him for safety and water from their trough, which is miraculously intact and full of relatively clean water.
We dropped off several bails of orchard grass and gave them fresh water. Tomorrow we hope to reunite them all with his sister Tessa. I’m sure Odin believes she is perished. I can’t wait to see their faces when they see each other.
Odin has lived up to his namesake. Pray for him and his charges. He is our inspiration. If he can be so fearless in this maelstrom, surely so can we.