Friday, December 09, 2005
Head. Hit. Keyboard.
"I'd like to return this dog.""Oh? What seems to be the problem?"
"He's peeing in the house."
"Oh dear. He's having accidents, even when you're crating and tetherng him?"
"I haven't done any of that."
"I see. Have you spoken to a trainer during your included obedience classes?"
"I haven't gone to any of those. None of that would have made a difference anyhow. I'd like to return this dog."
Being bruised on the upper arm when a dog leaps up and bites me. I am standing near this dog in the first place because the owners, who want to surrender him, are trying to explain to me that despite the growling and barking, he's a friendly dog.
The pair of dogs abandoned near our property, both terrified. One so terrified that she dashes out into the street to be hit and killed by a truck, all before L.'s eyes.
"I'd like to surrender this dog."
"How come?"
"I've realized I'm not really a dog person. He's too much work and he's kind of annoying."
The terrier mix, purchased from a friend and surrendered the next day by his new owners because he chews on things.
The purebred Spaniel imported from Europe to end up, unwanted, at a local animal control.
Toenails that have grown so long that they're curling around and imbedding themselves into the flesh of the paw.
"You mean you charge MONEY for animals here? I thought you wanted to find them homes."
ARRGGHH!
