Last Saturday, Abram and I woke up unusually early and started doing stuff around the house. Around 8:30am I heard this little yippie barking outside and when I went out, there was a little Jack Russell dog barking at my dogs through our fence.
For some reason, this always happens to me. I walk outside and there's a stray/lost dog. I inevitably end up bringing it in my house, making signs, and then driving around looking for the owner. In some cases, I've kept the lost dog for a couple days before having no other choice than to take it to the SPCA.
In this particular instance, I brought the dog in the house, it was cute, and lovable, and tiny. Abram instantly fell in love with her. However, when we tried to let her mingle with our dogs, she attacked them. My poor, innocent, docile Cami had this viscious little ankle biter dangling from her face. So, it was obvious we couldn't keep this dog for long while looking for the owner.
We made up "Found Dog" signs and then drove around the neighborhood taping them to street signs. It took a few hours. The SPCA was closing at 4pm that day and if we didn't find the owner by then, we would have to take her there since we couldn't keep her over the weekend. Around 3pm, no one had called to claim her, so we took her to the shelter and turned her in.
On the way home, this guy calls me and says it's his dog. I told him we had dropped her off at the SPCA and he acted like I was really inconviencing him. Me fucking up his day by saving his dog. Apparently she'd gotten out of his yard at 8:30 the night BEFORE. Then, he said his neighbor told him about the signs around the neighborhood. Why? Because this jackass hadn't left his house all day to have even seen the signs.
Hm. Your little dog is missing. It's been pouring rain for days. We live close to a busy road. And you don't even leave your house to go look for the dog?
The best part is, he tells me he's going out of town the next day and won't be back for a week. Then he waits.......
......
....for me to offer to go get his dog and bring it to his house, or watch it when he's gone or something.
Classic.
It costs $35 to reclaim your pet once it's been turned in as a stray. He acted like this was a fourtune. I offered to pick
up a check from his house, pick up the damn dog, and bring it to his house if he left me a key while he was gone. He said he had someone coming over on Thursday to feed the dog. This was Saturday. What was this dick going to do with the dog for the other 4 days?
At this point, I just decided that as sad as it was, I would rather let the dog go up for adoption at the SPCA then go back to this Darwin award winner. It bothered me for the rest of the day that not once did this dude say "thank you" for finding my dog.
It made me feel so....unsatisfied with my good deed. One of the dogs I found and returned was this little Pekinese like puppy that when I found the owner and brought it to her, she started crying and hugging me. She was so happy to have her little buddy back. Now, I don't expect everyone to be as gushing in their gratitude, but having had my dogs escape, I know that feeling of dread that when you find them, they might be roadkill. There have been quite a few mornings I've passed carcasses of dogs and cats on the busy road outside our neighborhood and wondered how many people just ignored the dog wandering when they could have taken a little time and gotten him back home safely. or at least in a shelter where he would have a chance of finding a new home, instead of being killed, probably painfully and alone, on the side of the road.
I don't even know what the moral of this story is. The closest I can think of is "no good deed goes unpunished", as evidenced by this douchebag's ungrateful response to my saving his dog from certain doom.
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That guy should be burned alive--slowly!
Fuckwit is right.
Just remember that you did way more than most people would've and that good Karma comes back to you, too.