Dogtober

Well, I haven't posted for a few weeks because I have had a little residual stress from the lovely dog days of October! It started well, but quickly went to the dogs (and I mean that literally). It began with Frank, that lovely foster dog that Nancy and I have been taking care of, disappearing one day. Frantically we checked all the shelters and pounds, finally calling Jason to let him know Frank had gone missing. Jason came out and spent the afternoon looking everywhere, discovering only that one of my cousins female dogs was "in the mood" and they had run off together. The next morning at 4:00 am Frank announced his arrival back, and seemed to be fine.

That afternoon as I came home I discovered an animal control officer on my street, who pronounced my beloved Dudley as a "dangerous dog". Claiming she had the authority from some slanderous accusations, she took my precious boy into custody. As they say, "Hell hath no fury..." after some serious talking to my cousin and her offspring, I was allowed to pay $200 and get my darling back. There are however, stipulations...apparently my mother's nearly 200 acres are not enough for three dogs, and the officer is claiming that I must have my dogs so they cannot access any public land. Even though she did not observe them on any public land, they could have if they had wanted to and even though they didn't she still fined me accordingly, and combined it with the threat of her return.

Additionally while all this drama was going on, Frank went missing again. Apparently he had enjoyed the sins of the flesh and went on down the road looking for a little action. Since I had checked with and left contact information at all the shelters previously, they knew where to call. Frank had gone about a mile down the road before a neighbor snagged him and called. But, now that he has gotten all carnal minded, Frank won't stay home and Allie has an appointment for him at the Planned Pethood Center on Thursday. (I can't even make that name up and I'm pretty sure that is were some of the stimulus money must have gone.) So once Frank is nipped and tucked hopefully he will just stay home.

But, back to my dogs, they are adjusting pretty well to being house dogs, although Dudley hasn't grasped the concept that the living room is not his bedroom. For now they are either with me or sadly tied up in the back yard. I have a lot of things I would like to say about the situation, but my Mother, and an attorney friend of mine, has warned me to behave, that and I love my dogs.