I love to rescue animals.
There's something so sad about an animal that is lost or homeless.
But that excited look they get on their face when they realize you're going to take them in and give them clean water and food and maybe even a comfy couch or blankie to lay on is PRICELESS.
Well this morning, after I stumbled out of bed, made coffee and packed Larbear a lunch (yes, for some reason I really am that nice)...
I sat down on the couch to come out of my comatose fog with my delectable morning cup of coffee when Lar's mom looked out the window and casually said, "hmmm, looks like theres a stray dog in the yard."
I was out the door before she finished her sentence, trying to see if i could see it and check out if it looked friendly. (I'm not an idiot and have been raised around animals and have dealt with not so nice animals and feral animals as well...) I stood on the top of the stairs and called to it. The chocolate lab resembled closer to a little brown bear, but seemed friendly and came trotting over to say "hi."
He was REALLY excited to see me.
There was a collar with a small tag on it so i brought him up to the mudroom so I could try to contain him. I read the VERY faded tag that read "Morgan" with a phone number that was barely legible. PEOPLE IF YOU HAVE DOGS, MAKE SURE THE TAG IS LEGIBLE. IT DOES NO GOOD WHEN YOUR PRECIOUS POOCH GETS LOST IF THE TAG NAME AND/OR NUMBER CANNOT BE READ!!!!!!
After i finally deciphered the digits i called the number. No one was home, of course. So I left a nice message and left my name and number clearly (HINT HINT)...
The dogs in the house of course FREAKED out and barked like little obnoxious retards....
*SIGH*
Maybe I should invest in bark collars for the little turds....
Moving on...
I didn't know if the poor precious had eaten in the last week...so i took Morgan some puppy grub i robbed from Mystery and Sebastian's cupboard (Larbear's 'rents dogs the above mentioned retards...) along with some fresh, clean water. He gobbled the food and slurped the water right up and sat down looking very content.
I went about my morning business (applying to jobs online and getting obsessed and crazed into the addictive fb app sorority life...I really need to stop!)
Around lunchtime just as I was thinking of grabbing myself a spot of nosh (say it in your head with a british accent), the phone rang and it was the owner of poor lost Morgan, frantic, saying she'd be right over and then asking for directions.
I kept an eye out the window, but I was also in the kitchen gettin my grub on...
Only a few minutes later, I heard Lar's dad exclaim
"The dog's gone!" She came and got her and didn't even say anything...Just drove up, unhooked the thing and left!" (we had put Morgan on the dog run out back)
Now, I wasn't expecting a reward, a huge event of tears and gratitude or anything. I was however kind of expecting a knock on the door, someone telling me they were taking their dog back and honestly, i was expecting a 'thank you'. I know how i would feel if someone i didn't even know saved my dog from being turned into 'roadkill'....
The word 'Grateful' comes to mind.
I definetly would have said something and included a "thank-you"...
Apparently, Morgan's owners didnt care to be bothered with this.
I would save any animal thank-you or not, its not the animals fault or anything. But what the hell has this world come to when you can't even let someone know you're there for your dog and instead sneak around back the house, take your dog back and bolt down the driveway as fast as your crappy car can take you?!?!
HOW FREAKIN RUDE!
