Ok…I get a malfunctioning electric fence. I do. Sort of. Hero is on our front porch again. He showed up shortly after eleven. While we were debating on how best to handle this, (because getting him back home is damned useless and letting him run is an invitation for him to be road kill based on our proximity to the highway) PAT’s pit bull puppy comes bounding into our yard, eager to meet Hero. What the actual f***? I’m sorry. I’m PISSED right the hell off right now.
Peri, Johnny and I just spent the last forty-five minutes (it is, by the way, 11:50 PM EST on a work night and I STILL have to get up for work in a few hours) beating the hell out of Pat’s front and side doors trying to get them to realize their pit is out running the road. Do you think they opened the door? Awwww, HELL NAW.
We managed to get the pit back in the yard via the gate. TWICE. This was before we realized he/she was squeezing between the house and the fence post. These people have no clue.
I have this awful feeling that Pat, who evidently has had more family move in with her, based on the small child’s bike we ended up wedging between the garbage can and the fence to keep the pit in, is one of these people that got a pit as a status symbol, because it’s cool as hell to have a dog with a reputation for ripping your throat out. Yeah, I’m probably making inflated assumptions, but did I mention I am PISSED? Johnny tells me this dog has been there for a couple days and is outside all the time. Way to socialize a puppy. And we aren’t talking a teensie puppy. We are talking a puppy that is as big as a pygmy goat. This dog was so happy to get petted and held and paid attention to that we had a terrible time getting him/her back in through the gate the second time. If these people don’t socialize this dog and spend time with it? I suspect it’s going to become another statistic, and quite possibly one of the neighborhood kids right along with it.
Can I just ask this? What the actual hell is with these dog owners???? I have seven, okay? I have six Papillons and one rescue mutt and have had them for years. They don’t get out. They stay in the house or in our FENCED yard. That would be a SOLID six foot privacy fence. they only ever go out front on a leash with one of us attached to the other end. I can account for every one of my dogs right this very second (as well as Hero, who is crashing on a doggie bed on the front porch on a lead so that he won’t run into the highway).
Johnny, while trying to get the pit in the yard, was bitten on his ear, and his arm laid open when the puppy scratched him.
Needless to say? I am pretty much over these irresponsible dog owners.
On nights like this I wish I didn’t love dogs so damned much and could be more like some of my friends who just don’t care, but I do and I’m not.
On that note, I’m going to go cool off and go to bed.
Edited to Add: Annnnd, the pit pup is on our porch with Hero. Are you KIDDING me?