Several weeks ago my favorite city department, solid waste, dropped their dumpster & spintered my fence. The fence had a huge gap & it was apparently a dog magnet.Our neighborhood has a pair of pit bull brothers that run around all day & I ran them out a couple of times. Then, a couple of days later, I hear a whining noise & looked out & found this little creature. I put her back out in the alley, hoping she'd go home but no dice. So I gave her some water & a hot dog & a blanket, hoping she'd be gone by the next morning. No dice.
The next day, I took pictures & put her on social media & of course no one claimed her because people are pigs who don't spay their dogs & let them have puppies that are magically someone else's responsibility. And this pup was apparently mine.
To begin, I'm not a person capable of taking care of a pet. Or a child. Or a plant. Or anyone besides me. So, this dog gave me great anxiety & that's not something that happens very often.
First, the sweet family next door met her & wanted her but their landlord said no. I felt horrible, their kids were upset.
So my friend Lisa, from high school, for goodness sake, agreed to take her. I took her to the vet for first shots & then delivered her. Unfortunately Lisa had a senior dog who had anxiety too & she rightly so could not keep her. But I couldn't take her back or I'd be in a rubber room somewhere. Luckily, Lisa had a co-worker who took her & apparently she's doing well.
If this happens again, I'm going to be one of THOSE people. I won't work so hard...she'll be in a city park before morning. The next one will be someone else's problem. I know I'm not capable, I choose not to have anything to take care of and I will not take care of someone else's responsibility. It's selfish but it's all I've got.
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