This week’s Taking In A Stray Because People In This Town Refuse To Take Care of Their Dogs Picture.
I named him Sonny… why should be obvious… It’s difficult to frame and take a photo while fending of 25 pounds of squirming affection. There are a lot of joke possibilities there, but I’m too busy to organize them.
Sonny’s a beautiful Pit who literally ran through us from behind last night as I walked Jack and Cooper. Because my dogs are disciplined, the boisterous pup was regarded as an interesting nuisance and not a threat; I manhandled them all back to the house and put Sonny in the back yard.
I gave him some kibble and water which he sniffed with disinterest. He was obviously a people dog and wanted inside.
I got the crate ready and later that night we went to sleep with the strains of “I’m gonna whine ‘til you wake up and play with me” in F flat.
Today I took him to Noah’s Ark as I have done with many dogs and this story had an assured good ending of sorts…. 15 minutes before I arrived the apparent owner had called with a perfect description and arranged to pick up up later in the day.
This was 18 hours after I took him in; she was probably just getting up.
No collar, no chip, no tattoo… yes, she’s an owner, not a responsible person who cares about friends.
Come the Revolution I just have one request… to be Sheriff of DogTown with unlimited powers to protect pooches and prosecute people… sort of a P to the Forth Power, I like to call it.
I’ll be on funeral leave the next few days but will try to check in from the Cowboy State.
Thanks to Craig and Deb I have airline ticket that doesn’t resemble the national debt.
Rotation. Wheels up.