zombie67
12-06-14, 03:05 AM
The setting: Bay Area California, ~11PM Wednesday Thanksgiving Eve (is that a thing?), suburban neighborhood. I hear a howling dog outside. I go outside and find this guy:
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/55884901/junior.jpg
He was an old beagle, with a collar, snd the only tag is country number. I called him Buddy. He looks like a Buddy, right? Anyway, he was adorable, and scared, and just wanted a hug...and food! I went to all the neighbors that had lights still on. Fail. And on Thanksgiving Eve, no way to find the owner by the tag for a while.
So he's staying in my house. Max, my cat, was completely pissed off. He finally had a dog-free house for several months now, and was enjoying being King of Everything.
I put up posters all around Thursday. Fail.
Friday, I go to the county animal control. Spend 1.5 hours waiting to get to the counter. They know the number (yes!). He is an 11 years old beagle named Junior. And then they call the owner. They hand the phone to me. He is a horse guy who is out of town. His house is 2 miles away, across a major 2 lane road too. He didn't sound relieved at all. Just another animal to him, I guess. Anyway, he puts me in contact with his horse handler meets me at his ranch, and I hand Junior back.
It was a roller coaster long-weekend for me, that left me angry, exhausted, and sad. Damn.
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/55884901/junior.jpg
He was an old beagle, with a collar, snd the only tag is country number. I called him Buddy. He looks like a Buddy, right? Anyway, he was adorable, and scared, and just wanted a hug...and food! I went to all the neighbors that had lights still on. Fail. And on Thanksgiving Eve, no way to find the owner by the tag for a while.
So he's staying in my house. Max, my cat, was completely pissed off. He finally had a dog-free house for several months now, and was enjoying being King of Everything.
I put up posters all around Thursday. Fail.
Friday, I go to the county animal control. Spend 1.5 hours waiting to get to the counter. They know the number (yes!). He is an 11 years old beagle named Junior. And then they call the owner. They hand the phone to me. He is a horse guy who is out of town. His house is 2 miles away, across a major 2 lane road too. He didn't sound relieved at all. Just another animal to him, I guess. Anyway, he puts me in contact with his horse handler meets me at his ranch, and I hand Junior back.
It was a roller coaster long-weekend for me, that left me angry, exhausted, and sad. Damn.