Look around the neighborhood. Ask people if they have seen your pet;let them know it is missing.
MAKE SURE YOUR DOG IS WEARING PROPER ID TAGS!!!
A current rabies tag will identify the clinic that gave the vaccine who in turn can pull records and identify the owner. Also, an ID tag with the owner's phone number (at the VERY least), address, or name, and possibly the pet's name as well. If space permits, have "REWARD IF FOUND" on the tag.
Drive around your neighborhood (or wherever the pet was lost) at night. Sometimes lost animals will hide during the day.
Drive slowly —– your pet may recognize
the sound of your car.
Check all animal shelters in your area in person at least every two days. Keep trying. Your pet may wander (or be kept by someone) for awhile before being turned in.
Leave a color photo of your pet
at the Animal Shelter.
Have a description of your animal on the back of the picture with a day phone number.
Post notices in shopping centers, on telephone poles, in vet offices, in pet stores
and grooming parlors.
Using a color photo of your pet
will attract attention.
Put an ad in the paper. Watch “found ads” and respond to any that might possibly be your dog.
A week of wandering can turn a white poodle into a “gray mixed breed”
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BEING LOST -- FROM A DOG'S PERSPECTIVE
The gate was left open
one bright sunny day
So I thought I would go,
explore, run, and play.
Seeing new things,
this is such fun!
But where do I go,
now that I’m done?
Was it back this way,
or maybe that
Where is my home?
I want to go back.
I have on my collar,
it’s red, white and blue
But, I don’t have my tags
to give someone a clue.
A man comes and gets me,
puts me in his truck
He’s taking me home,
Oh, what luck!
Wait a minute,
this isn’t my home
I’m stuck in a cage,
scared and alone.
People come see me,
so I wag my tail
I love the attention
I get in this jail.
The food is okay,
and the bed is too
But I really miss home,
yet what can I do?
I miss my yard,
my bed, and my ball
But, I miss my master
the most of all.
Where is my master?
It must have been weeks
I know he will come.
He really loves me.
Then someone takes me
down a long hall
I’m confused and uncertain,
I stare at the wall.
I feel a prick,
things start to go dark
I think of my master
and me in the park.
I’m going to sleep now
with him on my mind
Little do I know,
my fate has been signed.
I pray when I wake,
he will be there
Holding me close,
stroking my hair.
I’m sorry I strayed,
who knew the cost?
But it doesn’t have to happen
when dogs get lost.
Lisa Williams
This poem is dedicated to the "stray" animals that do not get reclaimed.
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