Wanderer Returns
Once we’ve phoned J, the jungle drums beat loud and clear throughout the greyhound community and I think within an hour we’d received a phone call from a gentleman in Kells who kept greyhounds and had heard on the radio (organised by J again) that there was a greyhound missing in this area. He’d been called by a friend who had found a fawn bitch wandering near the main road and had grabbed her before she killed herself and put her in a pen. Luckily he put two and two together and called me. I stopped short of telling him I loved him, but it was close. I do, however, love J very much. Within minutes, I had called the Gards and she had called (in her own words):
“The Louth dog warden, The Meath dog warden, Louth SPCA, Meath SPCA, 3 Meath Traveller Halting Sites, Dept of Environment Emergency number, 6 or 7 folks I know in Meath involved with animals, 4 greyhound trainers and LMFM local radio”
..and a partridge in a pear tree. All this while being a very hard working Mum and running a large greyhound adoption agency, oh and holding down a full time job too. Look very carefully and you can just see the wonderwoman costume underneath her shirt.
When we got there she was muddy and shivering, but very pleased to see us (we were treated to a small skippety hop and half a wag) and otherwise unharmed. Hopefully a night in an outside pen will have put paid to her wandering days, but somehow I doubt it.
Ah well, a bath, two dinners and a whole bowl of water later and she’s happily ensconced on the sofa again blowing huge raspberries in her sleep. Happy days…
