The dog story a couple of weeks ago made an ugly turn today. They little escape artists followed me again. I surmised that the people are not exactly nice pet owners from having seen them dragging one puppy by the ear and from the fact that they weren't even attempting to fix their fences to keep the puppies from running in the street. So I let them (didn't have much choice) follow me home. They hung around outside my house for several hours, exploring the property and being mischievous little rascals.
Having previously dealt with the owners, and having witnessed the ear dragging, this time I called animal control because I felt they were unfit owners. No telling where these pups might wind up, most likely in traffic on the main road. But seeing the poor little guys getting loaded up in the truck made my heart wrench. I had betrayed these little guys, who thought they were just paying me a fun visit. One minute fighting and tussling on the lawn, the next minute in the back of some truck, headed for a noisy shelter and a long, confusing process of impoundment.
So, maybe the owners will claim them. Not the happiest of endings, if nothing changes. Or maybe they get adopted out after the 2 week waiting period. Perhaps split up, never to see each other again. No more carefree playing or roaming. Maybe someone will adopt both of them and give them the perfect life--yeah, right, because this world is so fucking fair and everything always works out perfectly.
I feel bad either way. If I ignored the problem, well, I couldn't...they literally followed me home. But if I somehow managed to get them back to the owners and never walked by their house again, the problem of them escaping and maybe getting hit by a car would still exist. But I wouldn't feel like I betrayed two little pups who just wanted to have a fun day with an interesting human.
It's like sending a relative off to a nursing home because it's "for the best." Maybe it is, but it sure doesn't feel that way. And I'm guessing for the pups it doesn't feel too good, either.
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