Sometimes the right thing turns out to be the wrong thing.

Also: Shit.

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L posted some signs with the little moocher’s picture, and to everyone’s surprise she got a hit. Only to learn the dog wasn’t dumped, he ran away. And he did not seem thrilled to be going home.

It’s a long unpleasant story, but…remember these people? It’s like that. In fact it’s involved with that.

L is disgusted and upset. She’s talking about going over there and offering to buy the dog back. Which would still dump him on my door, which is really not where I want him. But…

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6 Responses to Sometimes the right thing turns out to be the wrong thing.

  1. Kentucky says:

    Man . . . that’s enough of a downer to wreck an entire day, or more . . .

    Proves once again that no good turn goes unpunished.

    🙁

  2. czechsix says:

    Well, that sucks. Just proves the old saw about “it’s a dog’s life”. Hopefully it’ll all work out in the end.

  3. MJR says:

    I feel sorry for that poor dog. No animal deserves to be ill treated especially a dog. Dogs do so much for us up to and including give their own lives so we may live. On a side note don’t be surprised if “those people” start to put the word around that you tried to steal the dog or some other stupid thing.

  4. Zelda says:

    If she offers to buy the dog it’s easy to anticipate a steady input of dogs that run away and can be bought from these folks. I think it’s called an income stream.

  5. Andrew says:

    The dog ran away and found it’s way to you, in a round-about way. Dog chose to leave and try to find a better home and life, or at least die a dignified death.

    Try to give the dog a chance, check him out, see if LB gives the newbie approval. Dog needs a good home.

    And does this mean you might have another cleanup gig coming up?

  6. Tennessee Budd says:

    It may work itself out regardless of how anybody feels about it.
    When I moved into the last place, an orange tabby & her near-identical kitten showed up about a week later. GF asked the new neighbors, & it turned out they came from a few houses up (rural TN, so that’s a half-mile or better). Cats gone, back to normal, until a couple of nights later when they returned. Found out the folks wanted the kitten inside, but didn’t want mama cat around at all, so whenever the kid got outside they both hauled ass. After learning this (about the 3rd go-round), GF & I decided to not call them again. She may even have lied to the woman when she came looking for lil’ orange Junior.
    They wound up enjoying fairly long & pleasant lives. I know they were spoiled.

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