Microchips are amazing!

This cutie was found wandering in traffic.  She is an old girl who, I believe is deaf.  I say this because her ears don't perk up when I whistle to her or when I squeeze a squeak toy.  She is a real sweetie, sleeping under my desk at the moment  The crossing guards that brought her to me, put up signs in the neighborhood.  I hope somebody claims her soon.

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Good news.....I located her owner!  By the time I had to leave work for the day, I had not received any calls in response to the *FOUND* flyers that were posted around the neighborhood or the ad that the local human society posted on their website.  Thankfully, a foster home in Long Island agreed to take the dog.  I brought the dog to the vet in order to get her a check-up before her trip to Long Island.  While there, the vet scanned her and low and behold the dog was microchipped!  What a fantastic invention.  I wish they had this years ago when I lost my beloved cat Harry.  The vet's office called the contact number listed for the owner.  When I saw that it was a Manhattan number I wondered how this old girl wound up in Brooklyn??  It turns out that the owners are on vacation in Spain and left the dog with a dog-sitter in Brooklyn.  They gave me the dog-sitters number and some background on the little dog.  Her name is Hershey and she is 12 years old.  She was adopted by the family two years ago after she was found wandering in Central Park and brought to the pound.  Thankfully this family adopted her or she would have been euthanized.

I called the dog-sitter and arranged for him to pick the dog up from my house later that night.  When he arrived, he told me that he was in his underwear when he saw Hershey slip through the fence.  He ran to put on pants but, by the time he made it outside, the old girl vanished!  My office is about 12 blocks from his house.  Who knew she could move that fast!  When he could not locate the dog, he said he got down on his knees and prayed that Hershey would be safe and that a good person would find her.  He thanked me for my help and said the Lord had answered his prayers.  This little dog had many people looking out for her that day, not just me.  Hershey's real heroes are the crossing guards who brought her to me and then used their lunch break to post fliers all over the neighborhood.  If it weren't for them, who knows what Hershey's fate would have been.  Thank you girls for being Hershey's guardian angels.