Rescued a big boy; a big Greyhound named Blaze

He was standing in the middle of one of the biggest streets in the city. Several cars had to dodge him. He was confused and did not know what to do. I was following my wife in my truck as we drove home from picking up my truck. We stopped and both jumped out and I grabbed the big boy. He was scared. Real scared!!

I held onto his collar which had a phone number on it. My wife ran to get some water at a convenience store and called the number on the tag. It was the Greyhound rescue number. They told us they could not come and get him right away, but that they could come in an hour or so. So we took the old boy to our house.

He was Ok. He was a big, old boy. And he was beautiful. According to the number on his collar the lady at the rescue league told us his name was Norman, but he lived about 200 miles away. My wife kept on calling him Norman and he kept on giving her a funny look. He knew that was not his name.

We have four cats and three dogs at home. The dogs were out, but the cats were inside. Norman was cat friendly and my cats took right to him. They really did not mind each other. After about forty-five minutes a lady from the rescue league came and got the old boy. She thought she knew who his owners were. She thanked us for grabbing him and keeping him until someone could come get him.

We told her that he was fine and really docile. We also told her we gave him some medical care while he was at our house. She asked if he had been hurt or something. I told her no, but he had been given several “cat scans” as our cats gave him a good going over.

Several hours later the lady called and told us the old boy’s name was Blaze and he had been reunited with his owners. I will bet he is resting well right now.