So, while my friend Bob was helping me fix my fence, in preparation for an additional furball tomorrow, I see a dog wandering the alley. I call him over and call the number on his tag. Woman says her husband will come get him, but he is not very friendly (I thought she meant the dog). Dog was fine in my yard until a jerk on a bike came down the alley asking if I had seen a little dog. No leash. No thanks-for-not-letting-my-dog-get-hurt. Nothing. Sheesh.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 22:17:20 +0000
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