Riley's Rescue

Riley's story is different from my other dogs. My daughter was moving into her first apartment that day and I was supposed to help her. When my son and I pulled into the parking lot, I immediately saw the animal control vehicle and several people standing around it. As we approached the crowd there I saw him, this little perky dog strutting across the parking lot. I rolled down my car window and started calling out to him. He just turned and looked at me, gave me a bark or two and started on his way again. I got out of the car, shouted at the animal control officer that he wasn't getting the dog, that I wanted him. This poor little dog had traveled through this complex many times before because it was the complex who called animal control. They were afraid he was going to get ran over by a car. After a bit of chase and trying to lure the dog with biscuits the animal control officer offered to trap the dog. I told him only if he would let me have him because I knew they would put him down in three or so days. To make a long story short, we captured him using cat food. He was muddy, smelled like a goat, and matted. I was given the dog and was told that I had to run a newspaper ad for three days and if no one claimed him, then he was mine. I took Riley to the vet the next day, had him checked out and he was given a rabie shot. My three day waiting period was over and no claimed Riley. He loves to give kisses and always greets you with a happy face and wagging tail. I feel that I was suppose to find Riley that day, for him to be my first rescue, but certainly not my last.