A Strange Chain of Events
I blogged a while back about how my drive to work was marred by seeing dogs tied out to their dog houses 24/7. There are two different ways I can drive to work, but both routes took me past one of these poor dogs.
One was a herding breed that especially suffers by being tied out all alone. All dogs need companionship, as they are pack animals, but for this breed especially, being tied out alone must be torture. I'd see him simply lie by his dog house or sometimes play with a black bucket, which made me think he tipped over his water just so he could have something to play with.
The other dog on a different road was maybe a boxer/shepherd bigger breed dog, put there as a pup. He was on a tie out on a clothes line. I'd see him either lying on the ground or playing with an old blanket. I watched him grow bigger and bigger.
Month after month I'd get ticked off having to see this. I'd pray for things to change. Truly, I'd rather see a dog put to sleep than live its life in such conditions.
Just recently, I noticed the second dog gone. Dog house gone, everything gone. At the SAME TIME, I haven't seen the first dog either. The last 3 or 4 times I drove by I haven't seen him and am wondering if he too is gone.
How strange that both these dogs disappeared at the same time. On one hand I am glad, because I don't have to see them suffer any more. I'd like to think the owners decided to find them a good, normal home where they can be part of the family. On the other hand, I wonder if they were simply taken to animal control. I guess it's the not knowing that weighs on me now.
But isn't it so strange that BOTH disappeared at the same time? Maybe my prayers worked after all.
Above is a picture of my aunt and uncle's dog, Sheba, and Daisy's hands holding the ball. They always had German Shepherds until Sheba. Sheba was a handful, as lab mixes can be, and had to go to doggie school. She goes everywhere with them, or when they travel out of state she stays with one of their sons. My family are all big dog lovers, and at get-togethers at my aunt and uncle's house, everyone brings their dogs to romp and play. My uncle actually enclosed 11 acres in an electric fence, so Sheba can be a true country dog and still be safe. How I wish all dogs lived in that kind of family.
And HOORAH for the county commission who finally voted the right way for once when it comes to animal control. I've been hard on them over the years with letters to the editor, but am glad they took this one small step. Next up is licensing, anti-chaining laws and a host of other things they can do to be proactive about the problem. So we all have to still hold their feet to the fire!
posted by Sandy at 5/15/2007 08:47:00 AM