On Monday John and I and Blue were headed for the mountains to go hiking. I wasn't paying attention and suddenly John hit the brakes really hard. Good thing his car's brakes don't lock up. There was a dog in the highway running straight toward us. We pulled over and I got out and called her, and she ran to me and rolled over on her back. Then she jumped right in the car and rode in my lap to a couple nearby houses. They weren't missing a dog. There aren't many houses out there, so we turned around and went home, then drove into town to check for a microchip.
I thought she might have a dislocated hip, but on closer inspection her knee was enlarged and the entire leg was very atrophied, so it wasn't something that needed emergency treatment on a holiday.
She did have a microchip, not registered to her owner, but to a shelter in Alaska. They were closed for the holiday. I didn't reach them until Wednesday. They told me her name is Lily and they left messages for the owner, but neither of us received a call back. So I think she's been dumped.
She looks bad.
She gets along well with the other dogs. We may keep her. But 4 dogs in a tiny house...