Sunday, August 4, 2013

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown Dog's Owner

Just tried to relieve my neighbor of Leroy. Found him out again, roaming the neighborhood. I sat in the shady grass and petted him for a long time before taking him home. He is covered in mats and feels a little bony. I clearly can't tell what a healthy weight is for a dog, but I thought maybe he's old: he's got a couple bumps and his hips feel delicate. He loved the attention and just turned and turned his body to be petted.

Why the fuck would you just let your dog out alone? I won't even do that with Riley- the dog who stayed on the sidewalk while trying to run away from a huge thunderstorm, scared out of her mind. He's not escaping- you let him do this because you don't want to go with him. He could easily get hit, he's not fixed, and you're not picking up his poop, you asshole.

I thought it would be an easy sell and was already thinking of how soon I could schedule a vet visit, but my shitty, neglectful neighbor declined. I asked if she wanted him and did not point out that it doesn't look that way. I said he needs exercise and I know she's busy. She didn't seem mad but a little surprised, so I told her to let me know if she changes her mind. I know he'd be adopted quick from a shelter (being such a sweetie), but even if I found him a home or he stayed with me, he'd be a happier, well-cared for, and safer (and neutered) dog. Keep your fingers crossed that she changes her mind before I start handing out "Free Leroy" t-shirts. Of course, if I keep catching him outside alone, she may not have a choice.

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