Stupid Chow Story
There’s a chow mix that has been roaming the neighborhood for months. No one can go near it, it’s too skittish. Last Monday around 9 am I get this call from Rebecca, she is out walking the dogs and the chow has apparently taken an interest in Hope. So I bring her jeep, some leftover fish, a leash and a crate. The thing gets all nervous as soon as I arrive, so I walk Domino home while Rebecca works with him.
Pretty soon they’re in our backyard. It has a collar and tag, but it won’t get close enough for Rebecca to read the information on the tag. FINALLY after an hour or so she gives me the phone number, which is in another area code. The dolt of an owner answers, unconcerned - turns out he lives around the corner, and says that the fence is broken. This dog has been getting out for months! The owner also won’t have him altered because he “feels a male bond with him.”
So 1/2 an hour later his girlfriend comes and picks up the dog. After she takes off, Rebecca looks at me and says, “the jeep!” The jeep’s been sitting for hours with the emergency flashers on. Of course there’s a dead battery.
I get my neighbor to come out with cables, and we almost blow up both batteries because the colors don’t correspond with the wires. Finally we get it started, but the hood won’t go down. So I try to monkey with the release, and it snaps off in my hand! The mechanic bill to replace the latch came to $218.
I’m still trying to decipher the moral of this story. It was a pretty aggravating morning. At least it makes for an entertaining blog post.
