Apparently my swearing toddler neighbors got a puppy. I didn't know this until out in my yard today I hear what sounds like a dog being tortured to death. Loud desperate whining mixed in with screams and moans that were unbelievable.
I couldn't stand it after a while and peaked through the fence. There, at the end of a thin fraying nylon rope, was a puppy backed up and choking himself to death in attempts to free himself of being tied up. I tried to talk to the puppy through the fence to calm it down, to no avail, and finally came inside.
I didn't want to call animal control, because I'm scared of those neighbors. When their little kids are swearing like construction workers while screaming at the top of their lungs, there's something wrong going on there.
So, I've tried to steer clear and just hope to leave this town for good as soon as I can find a new place to live, which is in the works, but still probably months down the line.
Guess I'm very jaded these days. I don't believe in people anymore. They have to know their screaming kids are an issue for anyone living nearby. Telling them its' an issue, when they already know it is, is likely only going to provoke retaliation. I don't know normal parents who would let their kids behave that way, so I just automatically think if they do, they're dangerous. That's how I think. Maybe I'm getting old or maybe it's just the way this world is now. I can't appeal to right and wrong with people anymore. People don't care about right and wrong, I don't think. It's what you can get away with.
However, I'm not one to ignore an animal in distress. I got my phone, looked up the animal control for the city number, and went back outside, to call. Silence. I don't know if they came out and took the puppy in, or if he broke the rope and took off.
I am a Cat Woman. My self-appointed mission in life is to save the feline world! To accomplish this mission, I get cats fixed. Perhaps my mission might be slightly delusional. This blog is a mishmash of wishful thinking, rants, experiences as I remember them and of course, cat stories and cat photos. I have a nonprofit now, to help keep the cats here cared for and to fix community cats. Happy Cat Club formed in 2015. Currently, we are on a mission to fix 10,000 cats.
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