See this wretched looking pooch here? This was taken at the dog pound about a year or two ago. The tech out there thought this dog was about 2 1/2 years old, female, Llaso Apso/Shitzu, and had just had puppies. She was very matted and her hair was falling out. Sad little species. I brought her home and named her Elvira, Mistress of the night.
See this little wretch here? This is her prison picture. Probably should have named this one Bandit, but we named her Daisy. Daisy is probably about six now and is the old lady of the bunch. Elvira is about 4. I always get my dogs at the pound because I know they need homes and I have a home. Cool, huh?
Now this is Lyn. I did not get her at the pound. She is my friend. She is also the one who just gave little Elvira her bath and trimmed her hair. Doesn't she look pretty? I actually meant Elvira, but that goes for Lyn also. Course Daisy wanted held also. It is hard to imagine those two healthy looking pooches were once on their way to the execution chamber. But now they are mine!
Now, you know there is going to be a point to this, don't you? And here it comes. I had to run into town to have lunch with a friend today. Would rather have stayed home, but you know how it is some times. So I zipped up South Road, which I have got to quit doing as the boy got a ticket for speeding and I don't want one. But I then turned on Aspen headed for town. In the middle of the road was a big black Lab. Probably not full blooded Lab, but a big dog.
Oh, he was alright, but he was on a mission. He was smack in the middle of the road and he was plodding his way toward town. He did not have a collar. He did not look happy at all. He looked like what we see all to often out here in the county. He looked like some one had driven him out and dumped him because they were, for what ever reason, no longer wanting to care for him. So some one loaded him up and dropped him out in the middle of nowhere hoping what would happen?
Was it you? Did you think he would just drop in some farmhouse and live happily ever after? Most farms out here already have dog or 2. Maybe a cat. These animals see the new dog as an interloper and chase it away. Or, gee, maybe it could find some where to sleep and catch mice or something to eat during the day. It is a trained hunter? I think not. The dog I saw walking up Aspen was not a happy dog. He looked like he was looking for you. You are all he knew and you left him, quite by accident, I am sure, and he was just wanting to get home to you. You may not have been the best master, but you were his and he remembers that. Probably a moot point as he was only about a mile from the highway. You know, the one where cars drive 50 miles an hour through Blende and never think to watch for dogs looking for their masters.
We have a new dog pound. Why didn't you just drop him off there? At least that way he could have something to eat. He could have some where to sleep where he felt safe. He would have at least had a chance at being adopted. And if he did not get a new home the worst that could happen is he would be euthanized. At least that is a lot quicker then being hit by a car or starving out on the prairie.
I wish there were some way to make you people understand that the cute little puppy you bring home is dependent on you. Even when it grows up and isn't so cute, it is your responsibility. You picked, you played with it, and it is yours until one of you dies. When I see a dog dumped like this I wonder what kind of people we are dealing with now days. What kind of Father will you make? What kind of mother? The fields and the prairies are for the animals of the night, you know, coyotes, foxes, skunks, snakes, spiders. That sort of stuff, not domesticated dogs. Dogs we have bred and trained to be docile little creatures.
I had a short lunch and when I came home I looked for the black dog. Don't know what I had planned if I found it, but I did not see it. I am sure I will be thinking about it tonight when I should be sleeping. And I hope you are thinking about it also. I hope you realize what a stupid thing this was and I hope you at least regret your decision. It is my fervent hope that you spend a lot of sleepless night and then one day, look up out of what ever gutter you are in and see your beautiful black dog ride by in the back of a mini van with a little girl hanging on his neck, with his tongue hanging out and a big smile on his face!
Always remember "When you dance, you got to pay the fiddler. " or "What goes around, comes around."
