A little elaboration on my last post...
We had a great day yesterday, went to breakfast with Omeganightmare at our favorite breakfast spot, then headed up to the Lake to have a Mother's day BBQ at my Bestie's house with some friends. That was great. Then on the way home, I got a call from our roomy, NorCalCJ telling us that the neighbor's dogs had busted through the fence, and that my Mom's dog, Manny didn't make it.
Crap.
Manny was the sweetest little dog ever. He was a taco terrier (chihuahua/terrier mix). Apparently my dog, Zeus (a large, beagle/hound mix) was freaking out about it. He wouldn't come in and kept going back and forth between where CJ was and where Manny was, whining.
I had to tell my mom that her beloved dog, her live-in companion, her buddy, her baby got killed in my back yard.
She took it pretty well, all things considered, but it quite literally made her sick. We called the authorities, and they're going to stop by. Also we're going to re-enforce the fence...again. And when we can afford it, we are just going to build another fence directly against the crappy fence that they won't help us fix. I know that probably sounds weird to people, but it's what we have decided to do.
I just keep thinking What if that was Spencer, my baby?!
What if...indeed...if it were, I tell you now I'd probably be in jail for what ever I did when I found out.
We had a great day yesterday, went to breakfast with Omeganightmare at our favorite breakfast spot, then headed up to the Lake to have a Mother's day BBQ at my Bestie's house with some friends. That was great. Then on the way home, I got a call from our roomy, NorCalCJ telling us that the neighbor's dogs had busted through the fence, and that my Mom's dog, Manny didn't make it.
Crap.
Manny was the sweetest little dog ever. He was a taco terrier (chihuahua/terrier mix). Apparently my dog, Zeus (a large, beagle/hound mix) was freaking out about it. He wouldn't come in and kept going back and forth between where CJ was and where Manny was, whining.
I had to tell my mom that her beloved dog, her live-in companion, her buddy, her baby got killed in my back yard.
She took it pretty well, all things considered, but it quite literally made her sick. We called the authorities, and they're going to stop by. Also we're going to re-enforce the fence...again. And when we can afford it, we are just going to build another fence directly against the crappy fence that they won't help us fix. I know that probably sounds weird to people, but it's what we have decided to do.
I just keep thinking What if that was Spencer, my baby?!
What if...indeed...if it were, I tell you now I'd probably be in jail for what ever I did when I found out.
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norcalcj:
You wouldn't be alone in that jail...
bigjimslade:
That is not a good situation. One way or another, I hope there can be a happy ending.