Brownie and Buddy : A Story of Two Dogs
Two Lost Dogs In Phoenix, Arizona. In my neighborhood all alone.
It is not too often these days that you actually get to be a part of something good, let alone see it through to its completion. Well this is a story of just such a thing that really happened to my Mom and I in Phoenix, Arizona. On September 24 two dogs came barreling down my Mother's neighborhood street, they were running and just as happy as could be. Being the do good animal rescuer that she is, her first thought was on my what are these two dogs running loose like this for? Which was a good question. One was a stocky chocolate brown color with a stocky body that was part Bulldog and part Pit Bull. This hard bodied little tank was about a foot at the shoulder and about twice and half his height in length. He trotted like a small military soldier in perfect two point step with his body weight. He huffed and puffed as he trotted ahead of his companion, for he was obviously the leader. Behind him was quite a site indeed. Standing three times the other dog's size or more was a pure white glowing furry Great Pyrenees, the type dog you did not see in our neighborhood ever. It was bouncing along much less gracefully than his companion. His tongue hung long and sloppy out to one side. He was hip hopping along without any concern about his surroundings. He nearly knocked over a bike rider who was staring at him but crashed into the sidewalk accidentally instead. These two dogs were obviously friends and obviously there were lost in Phoenix. It was fall but in the daytime it was still they Arizona summer, which meant they were dealing with over double digit temperatures and the heat of the asphalt. It was at this moment that I got a call from my Mom on the cell phone. She had managed to coax the two beasts into her front yard. It would not be until later that we learned their names.
The chocolate colored Bulldog Pit mix was Brownie.
The Great Pyrenees was named Buddy.
Brownie was obviously the pack leader of the two,.
They were beautiful animals to be sure, but there was no way we could keep them. We both had more than enough pets to feed of our own. My Mom made a temporary shelter in the outdoor dog runs that we had built for her dogs a few years back. There was a caged outdoor area with pools and shaded sheds to retreat into for sleeping during the days, but space was not so much of the problem.
Brownie was not necessarily happy about being kept cooped up or caged as it were. The first day he laid down in the big outdoor pool that was in the dog run area, he laid down and fell asleep exhausted from being overheated. Upon waking he had a new set of plans for his captivity. He immediately began working out weaknesses around the perimeters, digging strategic points of exit that he began to excavate. He was a military soldier through and through. Although, he took to my Mom after being taken for a couple of walks and her secret weapon - peanut butter biscuits. We both assumed that Brownie had never been exposed to such devilish weapons of dog consumption. For the time being, Brownie seemed as if he had abandoned the escape plans.
Buddy on the other side of the force, was not at all worried about escaping. Buddy spent most of his time drooling and licking constantly with his enormous tongue, being the gentle giant that he was. There was one thing on Buddy's very large very long haired mind, Food!!! In the first few days he had gone through nearly a twenty pound bag of very good quality dog food, but he was still ready for more. My Mom had become concerned at this point, because that amount of food would feed over half the animals she owned or more. If this kept up for long, there was going to be trouble in the dog and cat shelter world of her home.
This was not a good thing, so my Mom and I had to discuss the realities of the situation. They were such beautiful dogs, but we had to try to find their owners. Besides could such a pair really have been abandoned? But the reality sank in on my Mom hard, that we were not prepared to take these animals in and if we did not find their owners, we might have to take them to a local animal shelter. It was not our preference, but we were both responsible pet owners and knew the realities of having tried to place strays in any major city like Phoenix. Anyway we went about our plan to save the lives of Brownie and Buddy using the information age to aid us.
Buddy was more of a gentle giant and loved licking .
We took the photos you see in this hub article and posted them on MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Yahoo, Google and everywhere we had accounts online hoping would find them. I even posted articles on Hub Pages and Associated Content at the time ( which were taken down by the administrators I might add, Hmmmph! ) to try and find anyone who might have known their original where abouta. We made the video posted below this paragraph in hopes that someone in the Social networks might watch it and know them, we also made flyers and printed black and whites to hang all over our neighborhood area for several miles. We went to the apartments, the local stores, and of course the veterinarians near the area. We could only hope someone would recognize Brownie and Buddy.
For Those that are Interested, this is the WMV.mov that we circulated in Facebook. and other social networks in our search.
Then a miracle happened, it was almost October now. The local Vet were my Mom and I take our dogs for their shots called about the flyer that we had circulated. Someone in the office had also seen the Facebook video. They recognized the little chocolate brown Bulldog and Pit mix, they said his name was Brownie and his Great Pyrenees friend was Buddy. They belonged to a very responsible client named Anwar Mustaffa, a local man a Muslim and owner of a mechanic shop nearby within the neighborhood. Brownie and Buddy lived in a very nicely designed outdoor oasis in a large high walled compound he had built for them. It turned out that he was on business out of town. He had an employee looking after the dogs, but Brownie had discovered an unknown weakness in his home defenses. The two had been missing almost a week and Mr. Mustaffa had been worried sick. Had he not been half way across the country, he would have returned already. Now that we had found his dogs everything was quick for the rest of the story. We returned them to the home where they came from, which they were very happy to be at once again. Buddy especially went bouncing around his home like a long lost friend in love. Brownie was obviously pleased as he trucked his way around, making sure that everything looked okay, and when it was clear. He relaxed at ease.
An End to the Two Dogs Tail...
This story ends simply, my Mom and I have rescued many animals over the years. Some together, many individually and almost none of them have a happier ending than just becoming one of our beloved pets. But the reality is many cannot be helped, rescued easily or a home found for at all. Most animals on the street are so feral and wrecked internally that they are unmanageable. Some sad cases even must be put to sleep for their safety and the safety of others around them. Especially if they are big large animals like Buddy or it is a shame to say Pit Bull mixes like Brownie. In this one case that I am sharing with you today, two dogs that were lost, had no identification on them and had a loving owner that was very upset, did find their way back home. By a little luck, a little help from technology and a lot of good blessings, but mostly sheer determination and hope. It has been verified that they are now happy and safe in their returned homestead. Buddy is licking his way to sweet dreams every night under the stars and Brownie is as stout as ever but no worse for the wear. Except for the fact that Brownie may have acquired an addiction to peanut butter biscuit treats somewhere on along the way.
Bow wow wow, yippie yo yippie yay! - Brownie and Buddy Send Their Luv