Little lost pup

I got up bright and early this morning, knowing that it was dump day here at the Casa de George. Our son would soon be home from his night shift, and he would want to get right at the chore. We loaded up the Element with all the recyclables and the household trash and headed 20 minutes away, my son chatting the whole trip (which is nice) while we listened to a CD he’d just downloaded that he thought I would like.

I always like vintage Van Morrison. And I was deeply touched at his gesture.

When we got home, he heard something whimpering under the patio bushes and came running inside to ask for my help.

 

 

A pit bull mix puppy with an injured leg is what came from under the bushes at my son’s coaxing, and while we waited for Animal Control (no kill) to come and collect him, we fed and watered the friendly little boy, my son petting and comforting him the whole time.

The photo above was taken with my son’s iPhone 5.

The photo below was taken with my Samsung Galaxy S4.

No editing was done to either photo.

I’m just putting that out there ~

 

The sweet little thing continued to whimper, but after its belly was satisfied (we didn’t give too much), he calmed some and began to lick my son’s hands.

I took a photo of the dog and went to the neighbor’s houses – you may have heard me mention the gun people and their lovely neighbor’s – the dirt-bike people? Well, I got there by going down our drive, out the lane, round the side of the hill and up their little road only to find that no one seemed to be awake at 9 on a Saturday morning. This was probably a good thing, in retrospect because I hadn’t been there for at least a couple of years after the time I went to discuss the dirt bike issue. I stayed close to my car, calling them and beeping the horn a few times. But I quickly left, thinking that even if they did own this dog, this is no place that it should be living.

I don’t understand how people can live with trash and crap strewn over all their lawns and their driveways chock-a-block with rusted out cars. I don’t ever plan on going there again. It gave me the creeps, and it still gives me the creeps knowing that they’re just on the other side of the woods from here . . .

Right on the other side of where the Animal Control truck is in the photo below.

 

Bye-bye, Marvin. (My son was calling him this).

The kind Animal Warden came fairly quickly to collect the injured pup, saying that there was no way that the dog could have come from our illustrious neighbors because it was too well-cared for. He did a micro-chip search which came up negative, and will take the dog to the vet he uses and try to either find its owners or a forever home.

 

So how are things in your neck of the woods?

and ps – I like the Samsung photo better. Sorry, iPhone.