Hi all-
With decidedly mixed emotions, I want to let everyone know that "Myles" is really "Max", and was claimed as a result of my plastering the neighborhood with flyers.
I got a call today from a home less than 1/2 a mile from me. The woman followed my instructions on the flyer, but definitely with an attitude: "You have my dog, give him back!" I delivered him up at about 3 pm today. I have to say, she was less than gracious towards me. She was happy to see the dog alright, and thanked me, but did not let me engage in conversation with her at all. I tried ("He has been spoiled rotten, what a sweet dog"), but she abruptly thanked me and turned to go. I again said he was a great dog, and that I was happy to see him home (I used his response as we pulled up and as he saw her come out...he was home, all right! jumping, tail wagging, etc...). She turned and looked at me like I was bothering her (or thinking "I told you thank you already"), and thanked me again. She did say that he was injured in the past (got out and was attacked by another bigger dog-my very fear), and needed medicine that he had not been getting since he ran off. She then darted back in the house.
Well. Maybe she was worried that I would want a reward (had not even occurred to me until I was leaving her house), or that I was going to ask her why no tags or chip. did not even ask where I found him, or how.
At least he is back where he belongs, and presumably happier for it. I noted at least 5 dogs milling about their yard (medium to big ones), and she stated there were smaller ones inside. She also insisted that he is Lhasa, not a Yorkie! While it was obvious based on HIS behavior that he was home, I hope to not find him out and about again. Why he led me right past this driveway today I will never know. Smart ass.
But I am definitely very sad right now. I miss him already. Even the kitten is looking for him. I agree--my 4 days with Myles/Max made me a believer. Now I am a bit weepy.
I cannot afford to buy a pup right now. I could do the upkeep, but not the flat out fees charged by good breeders. And Yorkies are few and far between in the shelters.
I wish that another "Myles" would run down the road right now.
I never cry over my wild cat buddies outside, just feed them and give them loving.
But I have to admit I am upset right now.
But the good thing is that I met all of you, and got some excellent advice and support.
Matthew