Take Care of Your Pets
Today was a normal day. I woke up, went to finish moving from my old apartment, and as I went to the car, the day changed. I had just finished packing my car up, when I saw this dog. He was trying to cross Calvert St., which is a very busy street at that part of the day (4:30 pm). He almost got hit twice, and then managed to cross, so I followed him. He wouldn't come when I called, but I could see that he had a collar on. I followed him back through the alley behind my row of houses, and a man said he was going to go inside and get dog biscuits and then come follow me. So I kept following the dog, up until North Avenue crosses Calvert. There was a little back alley, which the dog went down, with some grass and a rundown sort of yard park thing. He was laying in the grass, so I sat in the alley and called Animal Control. After describing the dog, where I was, and whether or not he seemed like a threat, they told me it would be 1 to 72 hours until they could come get him.
Discouraged, I sat a little longer. At this point, the dog seemed to trust me. He came over and rubbed against me. Now that he was closer, I could see that he was definitely a puppy, definitely a boy, and definitely not neutered. He also smelled like dirt, urine, trash, but was so nice. He wouldn't stop wagging his tail. Regardless of that, I moved cautiously, because I could also tell he was a pit bull mix of some sort. I tried to see if I could get a hold of his collar, which had no tags, but he would start barking and jumping around and it honestly scared me a little. I had no desire to get bitten by this dog, whether or not he thought I was playing. He didn't growl, but kept jumping on me and rubbing up against me, and actually grabbed the bottom of my pants with his teeth a few times as if to drag me over and have me play with him.
I finally called the SPCA after about an hour of this, and I talked to them. They don't come pick up dogs, and since I was in a bad neighborhood with no one around, the woman I talked to and I decided that I would have to leave him. I couldn't get him in my car safely; I had nothing to tie to his collar to use as a leash, and there was no knowing that, if in my car, he wouldn't become aggressive. After over an hour of hanging out with this poor playful puppy, I had to give up and walk away. And it sucked. Honestly, I'm starting to cry a little just thinking about this, because it was the worst feeling ever. And as I walked away back down the two blocks to my car, he started to follow and tilted his head like he was wondering where I was going. It completely broke my heart.
I don't understand why people get dogs and then let them go. I don't understand why people get dogs if they don't want to take care of them and train them. I miss Snowball more than anything in the entire world. Every bit of my heart was screaming out to take this dog, wash him off, and give him a loving home, but I can't. I can't have a dog, and I couldn't let myself get hurt by this dog. But he doesn't deserve to live on the streets, he doesn't deserve to get hit by a car, and he doesn't deserve to get picked up by animal control and get put to death.
I know that the people on my flist love their pets, but I am so depressed right now after this. And I wanted to share.
This was the puppy when he was sitting in the alley with me.
Today was a rough one.
Discouraged, I sat a little longer. At this point, the dog seemed to trust me. He came over and rubbed against me. Now that he was closer, I could see that he was definitely a puppy, definitely a boy, and definitely not neutered. He also smelled like dirt, urine, trash, but was so nice. He wouldn't stop wagging his tail. Regardless of that, I moved cautiously, because I could also tell he was a pit bull mix of some sort. I tried to see if I could get a hold of his collar, which had no tags, but he would start barking and jumping around and it honestly scared me a little. I had no desire to get bitten by this dog, whether or not he thought I was playing. He didn't growl, but kept jumping on me and rubbing up against me, and actually grabbed the bottom of my pants with his teeth a few times as if to drag me over and have me play with him.
I finally called the SPCA after about an hour of this, and I talked to them. They don't come pick up dogs, and since I was in a bad neighborhood with no one around, the woman I talked to and I decided that I would have to leave him. I couldn't get him in my car safely; I had nothing to tie to his collar to use as a leash, and there was no knowing that, if in my car, he wouldn't become aggressive. After over an hour of hanging out with this poor playful puppy, I had to give up and walk away. And it sucked. Honestly, I'm starting to cry a little just thinking about this, because it was the worst feeling ever. And as I walked away back down the two blocks to my car, he started to follow and tilted his head like he was wondering where I was going. It completely broke my heart.
I don't understand why people get dogs and then let them go. I don't understand why people get dogs if they don't want to take care of them and train them. I miss Snowball more than anything in the entire world. Every bit of my heart was screaming out to take this dog, wash him off, and give him a loving home, but I can't. I can't have a dog, and I couldn't let myself get hurt by this dog. But he doesn't deserve to live on the streets, he doesn't deserve to get hit by a car, and he doesn't deserve to get picked up by animal control and get put to death.
I know that the people on my flist love their pets, but I am so depressed right now after this. And I wanted to share.
This was the puppy when he was sitting in the alley with me.
Today was a rough one.