I have a soft spot for dogs. I can spot them from miles away. To me, all dogs are adorable. If a cute guy walks by with his dog, I would notice the dog first. I make friends with all the doggies in my neighbourhood but I can never remember their owners.
I walk my dog twice a day, so I come across alot of them, even lost ones. There are two lost mongrels in the neighbourhood. One is a shy young dog with a black and white furry coat. He lives behind a large school yard. He looks happy and healthy but I have never gotten close enough because Rusty doesn't like him very much.
The other is a handsome spotted one who wears a collar and looks well fed. I've seen him wandering around looking for food. I hope he can find his way home like the other big brown dog hanging around outside the condo last week.
The first time I found a lost dog, I brought it home without thinking very hard. It was a mistake of course. Our apartment is too small to house two dogs, even temporarily. Rusty didn't like him invading his territory. Both dogs started peeing all over the house. I kept the lost dog in the patio and he barked so much, it annoyed the neighbours. I let him in and he jumped on the sofa and the bed. The kids wanted it out of the house.
Luckily my neighbour took over. It was sent to the police station and then to SPCA where he was reunited with the owner. Phew.
I've heard that dogs sent to SPCA will be put up for adoption. If no one claims them after a period of time, they will be put to sleep.
That explains why I am not calling the SPCA. I certainly don't wish to be the one giving them a death sentence. I think the dogs are better off living in our neighbourhood for now. Maybe some compassionate person will take them in. Afterall, we have lots of kind hearted people feeding the stray cats everyday.