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July 21, 2007
Bounty: The Dog Hunter
I think someone must've replaced my "go to eau de" with animal scent as of late. Wherever I may roam, the beasts done follow like I'm captaining the arc out to Alpoland. Case in punto: The Deuce and I stumbled across a skittish little border collie on our walk tonight - a skittish little border collie that soon saw me tackling it on to the neighbor's lawn (while still holding onto Deuker's leash and my cell phone). KBN wrestling two squirmy dawgs across the street, up the steps and into the house = a sight to behold for all and sundry, surely. I think by the time we were inside, there were some kids selling lemonade and a news chopper circling the scene.
All?
Sundry.
So yes - though the little dude had a rabies tag and collar, and was very friendly and housebroken, it seemed reluctant to divulge any secrets from the past. Even after a Mai Tai and half a joint. I understood. Sometimes the past can be painful to revisit, even in passing. We held each other and wept. After the tears had dried, and after a flurry of phone calls (two) between me and city officials (useless; Vote Perot!), I next got to spend my Saturday evening exploring the onus of driving the totally spastic panter (that's "panter" - not "panther") to the DESERTED Dumb Friends League (basically in New Mexico) and lifting it by me lonesome into a lock box (?) that was at shoulder height.
I believe a WTF is in order for that. (And I don't mean World Trade Federation, though I see how you'd get confused.) Thanks be I didn't find a St. Bernard. Or a hippo. Or, come to think of it, a panther.
Posted by Bree at July 21, 2007 09:36 PM