Wow, did anyone else cry when the dogs were at the pound in Hotel for Dogs? I personally have had a numerous amount of animals in my care over the first twenty four years of my life. Anything from raising a hutch of bunnies to helping birth two litters of puppies. Everytime that I realize one of my special little critters has gotten themselves locked up in doggy or kitty prison, I immediately well up with tears in my eyes and run screaming in there direction.
My last escapee was Roxy, my red dachsund that lives with my parents. I recieved a phone call on April Fool's day of this year, and it was my mom informing me she could not find Roxy. I started hollaring on the phone, what do you mean you can not find her? I thought for just a split second that my mom was pulling my chain, but she didn't start laughing or anything so I knew that something was up.
I hoped into my car and drove the seven minutes over to my mom's house. Driving extremely fast up and down the alley's screaming out my poor puppies name, I finally had to face facts and go to the pound to see if she was locked up. Well low and behold i found her in section 2 cell block 8, looking pittiful as ever. I went up to the nice man at the front of the office and asked him about getting my dog sprung. He asked me if i had any proof she was mine? Well besides the thousands of pictures on my phone of her, no, i didn't!
I paid the $15 to get her out and strictly reprimanded her and took her back to my parents. She was shaking like a leaf all the way home and I told her she needed to stay in the backyard or sadly they would keep her one of these days.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
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