I don’t mind telling you that yesterday was one of my toughest days as a pet owner. I had to rat out a neglectful pet owner to Animal Control and the dog was picked up and impounded. Little Dog (I shall call her that, for I really don’t know her name) is currently in shelter impound.
It strikes me today that kindness occasionally acts like a strange and cruel mistress.
Let me back up a bit, and I’ll tell you the rest of the story.
I was just sitting down to work, appreciating my coffee and my comfortable office chair, when I heard Leo crying. I set my coffee down and went to investigate. and that’s when I saw my neighbors’ dog running around loose–again. (She gets out of her yard and goes on walkabout frequently)
I was just about to go get her owners so they could grab her and bring her home (this has happened before), when I froze.
Little Dog was really, really truly ill. Her ears looked like they’d been munched by something and were infected. On top of this, Little Dog had bloody diarrhea. Little Dog was having bloody diarrhea pretty much up and down my street.
I do not touch sick dogs with an unknown vaccine history. And letting her roam around the area freely wasn’t an option either–there are other dogs in the area, and there are little kids here too. Simply sending Little Dog home was no longer an option.
and with that, I picked up the phone and I called Animal Control. Animal Control has authority and protective equipment that I do not.
To make a long story short, when Animal Control came, I spoke with them and explained the situation. Animal Control caught Little Dog, and forthwith impounded her. Little Dog will stay in impound and either get bailed out, be treated by a veterinarian and put up for adoption, or, helped Over the Rainbow Bridge.
My next call was to my own veterinarian, where I explained the situation about sick Little Dog having bloody diarrhea all over my lawn. Whereupon I was instructed that I would have to disinfect my lawn..
After the enormity of the job sunk in, I was at first furious. Then discouraged. Then I realized that there was nothing else for it but to have my other half bring home a bottle of bleach on the way home from work…
…Stay tuned, for Part 2..