I wanted to write some trivial post this weekend about something happy. I did. Really. My life, currently, isn't really in the realm of happy or inspirational. I think it is falling into the "this will be funny later" category. Here is my little tale of woe.
Thursday: Fall from grace, just a reminder that I fell down the stairs.
Friday: Massive thunder storm scares a little dog out of the adjacent city park/woods onto our property. It is cold, wet, hungry and matted. We take it into the screened in porch, feed it, try to brush the leaves and sticks out of it's coat, and let it stay the night.
Saturday: I call the Humane Society and they are full, the local police station won't take the dog, the County Sheriff department says they have no facilities for a dog. We take it outside with our dog and it seems to be doing fine. I call my husband to let him know that no one will take the dog, just as the dog kills one of our chickens. Chicken in mouth, phone hung up and we are off chasing the dog. He drops the chicken as we scoop her into the car.
We decide to take the dog to the police station where we are again told that there is no room in their kennels for the dog and because we live outside of city limits they are not obligated to take the dog even though it came out of the park that is city limits.
I ask the dispatcher to call the shelter and ask them to take the dog. She says they will find a place for it so we drive over there.
That is when I step into the circus.
They can't take the dog, they have 53 dogs and no room for another, they want me to drive 50 miles into Missouri, and when I refuse I am accused of not being an animal lover. They start spouting that because I had the dog on my property over night it is now my responsibility.
I think I say something about them being clowns and we stomp out of the shelter back to the police department.
I tell the dispatcher, who is apparently on the phone with the people from the shelter, that she either can take the dog now or I am going to open my car door and let the dog out. She agrees to take the dog.
2 and a half hours later... she takes the dog. I felt like I had stepped into a land of people who don't have real rules and just started spouting "laws" at me. Things like, "you had it in your car, that makes you the owner." Crazy.
We later went home to deal with the dead chicken. A very sad thing. I love my little ladies and felt so bad that I had let one get killed.
I will spare you Saturday night and Sunday morning, but let's just say there are cat scratches, dogs throwing up, and more melodrama in our little house then one family should have.
Heres to having a better week.
