Had fun yesterday morning. Nearly hit neighbor’s puppy. Then its twin chased my car to the busy road. Had to turn around, go back, ring doorbell. They were home – garage door open with several cars in driveway, but they couldn’t be bothered to answer bell. I rang like I was kinda furious.
Maybe that’s why they didn’t answer. Hm.
Chased the dogs down. Put one over the stoopid tiny makeshift fence while its twin joyfully showed me how they got out by getting back in — the “gate” is tipped and they can jump it.
I’m now sweating through my underwear and still need to take Peaches to the vet for a severe respiratory infection. My POS van has no air. So window is down (only one works and it’s not on the driver side) and while I drive to the vet, I write furious anonymous notes to put in their mail box.
I threaten to leave dog carcass on their front doorstep after I find it dead on the road. I tell them next time I will just load the dogs into my car and take them to the pound. Better they get euthanized than suffer at their lousy hands. I tell them there is a dog fighting ring in the neighborhood. I tell them to answer their effing doorbell!
This is not the first time I’ve had to stop to put their dogs back in their yard. These people have a reputation for not taking care of their pets.
I’m burning with fury by the time I get to the vet because my underwear is now sweaty.
I get meds for Peaches and meds for Noah, my feral stray who also has a respiratory infection. I forget all about my fury while in their air conditioning.
But I remember on the way home since I’m again sweaty. I think sweat brings out the manic animal crusader in me.
This time I write the note in my head and decide to not mention dead carcass and pound. I decide if I see the pups again on the road, I will call Animal Control. My luck someone would see me popping the pups into my car and accuse me of being a dog-napper.
Back home I pour strong coffee and turn down the air conditioning. Noah ate his medication cuz I hid it inside sardines.
Still writing note in my head.
I’m proud of myself for removing the swearwords from this post.
Have a sweat-free day!