Ghost does his good deed for the day

It rained almost non-stop from eleven to maybe 4:30, and in fact it has now started again. The wash ran a little in the early afternoon, nothing I couldn’t splash through to discharge my chicken duties, but I certainly didn’t plan to drive anywhere else. It hasn’t rained for 13 days before last night, but today made up for a lot. The “road” would be soup.

Then a little after five Ghost, who took advantage of the evening break in the rain to go out and take care of some necessary business, suddenly went tearing down the driveway and into the wash. There’s nothing unusual about that, happens all the time and I didn’t pay much attention until maybe ten minutes later when LB went nuts.

Ghost had returned, and not alone. There was another dog, a pendulously-unneutered white pit bull. Normally I see a pit bull around here and reach for my rifle, because of this area’s history with them. But this one had a collar and tag, which meant it wasn’t a stray from that puppy mill on the other side of the plateau. Also it was clearly in very bad shape: It couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to limp on its left front leg or its left rear one, and in trying to keep its distance from me it fell right over.

Ghost, for a wonder, was positively solicitous toward this dog. He had pretty clearly gone and gotten it out of the wash. He was mud to the elbows. The pit bull was covered in mud.

Well, I stood off and called quietly, and the dog finally let me approach. In fact once I made it clear he wasn’t in trouble, he seemed to think it was the best thing that had ever happened.
Sure enough there was a tag with a name and phone number. So I leashed him up and put him and Ghost in the Jeep (more outrage from LB, who was shaking the cabin walls) got my phone, and called the owner who was just coming back into town from the big town about 50 miles away. She only lived a few miles from me, so we were able to meet on the road and do the hand-off.

The road was a mess but that’s what Jeeps are for. At least the washes weren’t actively running. I asked about the dog’s condition and the lady said, “Yeah, he hurt himself yesterday and I’m taking him to the vet tomorrow.” She asked me if there’d been thunder and lightning in the afternoon and I said yeah, and she said that was why he ran off; he’s an outside dog but gets scared during thunderstorms. But boy, he sure limped a long way from home.

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6 Responses to Ghost does his good deed for the day

  1. Over time you’ve shared some observations about Ghost that have left me to conclude that he’s a pretty savvy animal. This seems yet another example. I’ll admit – his diligence towards sausage (and those who’d share it with him) impressed me too.

  2. Claire says:

    Great story! And gutsy of you to go out on those roads. I know how damn-near-undrivable they get after a rain even with 4WD.

    Now if that woman will really take the dog to the vet and have him neutered as well as getting his legs treated the story will have a happy ending. Good for you and good for Ghost. Good deeds by both of you.

  3. Ben says:

    Ghost seems to have a certain part of his existence that doesn’t necessarily include the lair and its occupants. Perhaps he and that Pit have been acquaintances for longer than you know.

  4. Joel says:

    Acquaintances? Possibly. That thought has occurred to me. Good buddies, I doubt. He’s seldom gone from home that long, and when he is I know where he is. But yeah, it’s possible they’ve met if the other dog is a wanderer as I’m told.

  5. Tennessee Budd says:

    I hope Ghost got a little extra something tasty for his good deed. Only we humans should have to know that no good deed goes unpunished.

  6. Buck says:

    And he’ll be back…..

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