Shirley Zindler
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Pit/Great Dane mix with an Unusual Start
Morrison at his take in at the shelter

A late night call on standby had me driving my animal control truck across town in the dark to the scene of a vehicle accident. I hadn’t been given many details and hoped it wasn’t a fatality. When I arrived, I found a truck wrapped around a telephone pole and several police cars and a tow truck at the scene. An officer led me to his patrol car where he pointed to the back seat.

A big black puppy stared back at me, his glossy coat highlighted by the flashing blue and amber lights of the emergency vehicles. I opened the door and called to him softly “hey buddy, what are you doing here?” He wagged and wiggled closer and I scooped him up. He looked young but his feet were massive and he was all heavy bone and knobby knees. I studied him in the headlights of the patrol car for a moment. Black Lab? No, the coat was too short and sleek and he was bigger than a Lab. He looked a bit like a Pit Bull but he was too big and his ears were too droopy for that. He may have even had some Great Dane or Mastiff in there, but either way, he was gorgeous.

I was told that the accident occurred after some gang members were involved in a high speed police chase. The chase ended when they wrecked their truck and fled the scene. When officers arrived, they found drugs, guns and one black, knobby-kneed puppy in the wreckage.  I was amazed that he wasn’t injured and he didn’t even seem upset by his predicament.

The suspects were later apprehended on serious charges and the puppy was never claimed. A local wildlife rescue worker, Danielle, fell in love with him and adopted him. She named him Morrison and he has grown to be huge, muscular bundle of fun and love that delights everyone who meets him. He goes to work with Danielle every day and lives the life every dog deserves.

Did your dog have an interesting or unusual start? Share it with us.


Shirley Zindler is an animal control officer in Northern California, and has personally fostered and rehomed more than 300 dogs. She has competed in obedience, agility, conformation and lure coursing, and has done pet therapy. Zindler just wrote a book The Secret Lives of Dog Catchers, about her experiences and contributes to Bark’s blog on a regular basis.

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Submitted by Megan Saint Laurent | January 30 2014 |

Maeby is our Found Hound. Last winter I was hiking with my Border Collie mix way out in the backcountry of the Great Smoky Mountains when a very skinny hound approached us politely. Long story short, she was a bear-hunting dog who had been lost (the battery in her tracking collar was dead and her ID tag had an out-of-date phone number). She'd been on her own for a couple of weeks, had a gut full of worms and two ear infections but no heartworm (*happy dance*). She lives a much more comfortable life now, as a shop dog in our motorcycle store.

Submitted by Barbara Burch | January 30 2014 |

From facebook post, Dec. 5, 2009

"Heading downtown last night, on the E train: a little white dog went speeding past along the platform edge with the E train approaching. He was trying to jump onto the tracks but luckily he decided not to. Right as the train stopped, he fell down in the crack between the platform and train (or purposely wedged himself, I am not sure, it happened really fast.) We were trying to coax him out, and when the doors opened he ran onto the car and under the bench. While everyone held the doors, I got on my knees and reached in and grabbed him, and we got him off the train.

Now there is blood and poop all over me. His little heart is pounding and we can't really tell where the blood is coming from or how bad it is. We get him back on the train - what an easy way to get a seat: get on with a cute, bloody dog! I got off the train, trying to see how bad he was hurt and if I could make it to Brooklyn... and, deciding we can make it I manage to hail the fifth cab I tried (bloody dog AND to Brooklyn at 6:30 on Friday?!?!). The cabbie took pity on my BEGGING and promises of a HUGE tip and took us home. He named the dog "Dufy" after his dog in India.

Dufy has now been bathed, walked, fed, watered and to the vet. He is good, save the now-bandaged cut on his hind leg. Hazel (the cat) is NOT HAPPY."

We ended up keeping each other. Here he is now!

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