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flutterbee
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There was a dog (lab mix) roaming in our back yard. I thought he was deaf cause I called and whistled and he didn't even look my direction so I asked easy child to go see if he had on any tags.
Well, the dog obviously likes easy child. A lot. No tags. But he wouldn't leave. He followed easy child into the garage and whined and scratched at the door to come in the house. Non stop. So I go out to see him. He's not a little dog and he's obviously young and waaaaay too much energy for our house. It was all I could do to check his collar.
I know our next door neighbor has dogs and easy child goes to school with their daughter so I asked him to go next door and see if he's theirs or if they knew he belonged to. He balked. Big time. He was chatting online with friends and one of them called the girl. It took 10 minutes (!!!) to *kinda* determine he wasn't their dog. For crying out loud. Are you missing a dog or not? Do you have a neutered male, black lab mix with a black collar with bones and a short tail? How hard is it!!!
In the meantime the dog is still in our garage (the back door to the garage was open...dog wasn't leaving) tearing up our door. I couldn't let him in the house. Jewel was going crazy and I have no idea if he likes cats or thinks they are just snacks. Plus, he was sooooo incredibly hyper and I'd prefer not to have any damage, Know what I mean?? easy child puts him out back outside and closes the back garage door. This door is so swollen from cooling and heating and from the moisture from the melting snow, that I have blisters on my thumb and index finger from trying to get it open to let Jewel out. I can barely get it open and I have to put all my weight against it to get it closed. This dog got the door open.
It was pretty obvious this dog wasn't leaving. So, I asked easy child to put him on the leash and take him around to neighbors and see if anyone knows who he belongs to. easy child balks. Will not do it. I don't know why. Shy? Self-conscious? So, I have to go. I told easy child he had to take the dog because there was no way I could control him. Especially after we got the leash on him and it's obvious he's never been on a leash before.
While I may not be currently having agonizing, kill-me-now-and-get-it-over-with pain right now, I'm still having pain and discomfort. We walk up and down the street, through snow and some drifts still a foot deep trying to find this dog's home. No luck.
I have to come home. I can't walk anymore. Tell easy child he's going to have to go. Tell him to leave the dog in the garage and just go knocking on doors. Well, he doesn't. He puts the dog on the tie out and leaves.
Let me tell you. This dog took a serious liking to easy child and has SEVERE separation anxiety. easy child was gone about 2 minutes and this dog broke his leather collar and found easy child. Fortunately, easy child found his home. It's behind us and caddie-cornered. They didn't even know he was gone.
I'm soooo frustrated. I'm sore, my feet are cold, my socks were wet, he tore my sweater, scratched up my doors, the kids were arguing with me and I'm on steroids. I'M NOT IN THE MOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok. Vent over. Normally this wouldn't phase me. I'm just sooo not in the mood for it.
Oh. And the PT thinks we're just playing the insurance game. She doesn't think I should be there. She doesn't think she'll be able to help me. But, she knows we have to play their game to get the MRI. Sigh...
Well, the dog obviously likes easy child. A lot. No tags. But he wouldn't leave. He followed easy child into the garage and whined and scratched at the door to come in the house. Non stop. So I go out to see him. He's not a little dog and he's obviously young and waaaaay too much energy for our house. It was all I could do to check his collar.
I know our next door neighbor has dogs and easy child goes to school with their daughter so I asked him to go next door and see if he's theirs or if they knew he belonged to. He balked. Big time. He was chatting online with friends and one of them called the girl. It took 10 minutes (!!!) to *kinda* determine he wasn't their dog. For crying out loud. Are you missing a dog or not? Do you have a neutered male, black lab mix with a black collar with bones and a short tail? How hard is it!!!
In the meantime the dog is still in our garage (the back door to the garage was open...dog wasn't leaving) tearing up our door. I couldn't let him in the house. Jewel was going crazy and I have no idea if he likes cats or thinks they are just snacks. Plus, he was sooooo incredibly hyper and I'd prefer not to have any damage, Know what I mean?? easy child puts him out back outside and closes the back garage door. This door is so swollen from cooling and heating and from the moisture from the melting snow, that I have blisters on my thumb and index finger from trying to get it open to let Jewel out. I can barely get it open and I have to put all my weight against it to get it closed. This dog got the door open.
It was pretty obvious this dog wasn't leaving. So, I asked easy child to put him on the leash and take him around to neighbors and see if anyone knows who he belongs to. easy child balks. Will not do it. I don't know why. Shy? Self-conscious? So, I have to go. I told easy child he had to take the dog because there was no way I could control him. Especially after we got the leash on him and it's obvious he's never been on a leash before.
While I may not be currently having agonizing, kill-me-now-and-get-it-over-with pain right now, I'm still having pain and discomfort. We walk up and down the street, through snow and some drifts still a foot deep trying to find this dog's home. No luck.
I have to come home. I can't walk anymore. Tell easy child he's going to have to go. Tell him to leave the dog in the garage and just go knocking on doors. Well, he doesn't. He puts the dog on the tie out and leaves.
Let me tell you. This dog took a serious liking to easy child and has SEVERE separation anxiety. easy child was gone about 2 minutes and this dog broke his leather collar and found easy child. Fortunately, easy child found his home. It's behind us and caddie-cornered. They didn't even know he was gone.
I'm soooo frustrated. I'm sore, my feet are cold, my socks were wet, he tore my sweater, scratched up my doors, the kids were arguing with me and I'm on steroids. I'M NOT IN THE MOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok. Vent over. Normally this wouldn't phase me. I'm just sooo not in the mood for it.
Oh. And the PT thinks we're just playing the insurance game. She doesn't think I should be there. She doesn't think she'll be able to help me. But, she knows we have to play their game to get the MRI. Sigh...