Obsession is not necessarily a bad thing.....

So we received a call on Monday from someone "losing thier home tomorrow" and they had three dogs they had to place that day.  You mean to tell me you just now found that out?  Well, we don't even have room as it is, but I have a super soft spot for Shar-Pei so hell or high water I'm getting them!  Well, apparently this wonderful person had mom, dad, and two pups about 5 months old, so I can't just take the pups, I agree to take the parents as well.  I get a phone call from the staff saying these dogs are out of control, bucking the leash and trying to attack.  Of course I don't believe it, Shar-Pei are perfect.  Well the next call I get is that one is missing.  What?!  Are you kidding me?!  Someone better get thier ass out their and find the dog!  Well, easier said than done.  The dog burrowed under a weak spot in the fence, it's pitch black and the dog had never been on a leash or socialized with people.  What the hell people?!  Of course we drive around that night, leave word at a few business so they don't shoot the dog are sick the dog catcher on him.  Filed a report with the police and the dog catcher because anything is better than this baby out there alone in the cold, scared to death.  I left a bowl of food outside in the rare chance the poor thing would come back.  Hotlines placed all over the internet begging for help.  24 hours go by and nothing.  This morning the kennel help calls saying they spotted the dog eating the food I left out, but he darted when he saw the car pull in.  So I spent my morning wandering aimlessly around the woods.  Nothing.  Then I made my husband wander the woods later, although I could tell he kind of thought it was a waste.  I just could not believe this baby was not coming back, I knew I would find him.  FINALLY!  A call from the police, the dog had been hanging out at this house for the past hour.  I was so stressed out, we were 20 minutes away and he was not contained.  First we had the wrong address and I started to lose it.  Eventually the police gave some accurate information and we found the address but no dog.  My heart sank.  I sent my husband to the door and I was headed around back.  Just as I started to head to the back I saw a dog trot towards me.  I dropped to my knees and reached out to him.  He slowly approached me, sniffed my hand and came right into my arms as if to say "what the hell took you so long woman"?!  I scruffed him so that my husband could approach and slip a leash over his head.  There was a bit of panic and bearing of teeth, but he went along with us and I believe was greatful, relieved.  So now he is safe at the clinic, a warm bed and a full belly.  I get the satisfaction of a good night's sleep because I didn't let him succumb to nightmare of the streets.  All in a day's work.