One-day in October, a neighbor up the street from me hurried out of her car intent on speaking with me. It was unusual in the way that typically we are just like ships passing in the night. Calling out a “Hello, how are you?” as we wrestle our dogs past each other. As it turned out, her intent was quite sweet. She wanted to warn me there was a loose dog in the area and she wasn’t sure if the pit bull was friendly or not. She went on to tell me that they suspected someone had left it on one of the trails. *Sigh*
I filed this bit of information in the back of my mind and forgot completely about it, until the day I was walking up the hill and saw the dog round the corner of one of the houses. Of course, I had Sampson, the dog with the bad legs, who shouldn’t get excited and bounce around like he’s two. I’m not sure if the dog would have approached us or not, but as he got to the edge of the yard I said, “Stop puppy.” He looked at me, and moved on to the next yard.
Then the door of the house burst open, and the owner came out, dog treat in one hand, leash in the other, “Where’d he go?” She starts looking about, “Who wants a cookie?” I refrained from saying, “I do.” I mean, I saw the cookie, so it really wasn’t all THAT hard. She then tells me that Animal Control (that useless lump) has been looking for the dog for weeks. She tells me they’ve been ‘tracking’ the dog on Animal Control’s Facebook page. I oblige by calling Animal Control and leaving the useless lump a message, indicating the time and location where the dog was seen.
I happened to mention this to my next-door neighbor and told her I’d seen the dog and I didn’t think it was a stray. He looked to me to be in very good condition. His coat was clean, and he had a fed look about him. Not the look of a dog that’d been living on his own for three weeks.
He looks a little hot, but not like a dog on his own.
When I got home I checked out Animal Control’s Facebook page and found his picture. (See above. I shamelessly screen shot it.)
The next time I saw my next-door neighbor, she told me that the peeps on the page were fighting over the dog. Turns out the DADO’s were having a brawl on Facebook. I couldn’t help myself…it was like a train wreck. The thread went on and on. There were hundreds of comments.
Hundreds. Here’s just a couple. Click on the image to enlarge so you can read it. These two women went back and forth for about 20 comments. Each one kept trying to dismiss the other one. It was SO amazing.
The first volley.
It was like watching a tennis match!
The last lob.
Animal Control admonished them a couple of times, and threatened to ban them, each one kept thanking Animal Control and then they’d turn on the other again.
I can’t tell you how many times I hit the comment button and started typing a response, but seriously…you know my success rate with DADO’s.
You just cannot argue with them.
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