Just another day at the Compound. Go downstairs and there's a dog sleeping on the sofa, another dog's waiting on the landing, and lo and behold, there's an adorable puppy on your front porch. What to do? Abandon the pup as he starts to cry by your corner ferns? Allow the poor little creature to be gerrymandered outta existence like a Democrat fraud?
No, take the pup in, heal its wounds, clean out its fleas, watch it mewl and nip in its adorable way and then pass it on to animal services in Hillsboro Texas. "Dam, that's a pretty puppy. Here's what they do, throw 'em off on the corner of your yard."
Yeah they do, and that's too bad. The other option's this: throw out your unwanted dog in the country and drive off. Watch, or don't watch, as that dog packs up and starts to attack lambs, calves and all of that. Then behold the farmers who shoot that dog.
I did that once. A gang of Chows had packed up east of I35, threatening livestock and human beings. "LSP, you got a rifle? Gotta shoot some Chows." So we sallied forth, rifles in hand, against the Chow menace. Result? No Chows, someone had shot them the day before.
Point being, DO NOT drop your dog off as though it were some kind of trash. Not acceptable. Here at the Compound we do rescues but can only take so many in. Take note. We're also armed to the teeth.
People who do those things make my blood boil!
ReplyDeleteEr, “dogging” means … something else.
ReplyDeleteSpecial place in Hell for those that do that.
ReplyDeleteMy dog, a Cane Corso, was dropped off as a 4 month pup out in the wilds of Alabama. He sat for two weeks at the same spot he was dropped off at, with his rescuer tossing food at him. She finally got him and took him to her vet whereupon it was discovered he had full-blown heartworm.
We had been searching for a dog to replace the hole in our hearts when my wife's beloved rottie Liesl died. Could not find one here in Florida (a consortium of evil women had locked all the rotties into their 'rescue' group - they considered a good life for a rescue being in an outdoor run much better than inside a/c on a soft bed with two loving people) even through various county animal services.
Dawn, his rescuer, met us halfway between Alabama and Florida. Truly a nice woman, and we've kept in touch with her and support her in saving other dogs.
And now I have a 140lb lap puppy sleeping with us. Oh, darned, how horrible...