Dogs

[Radbird]

I still am in disbelief. I love that they care about animals this much. But you don't show up at someone's home with no warning thanksgiving morning.

Their help was awesome, but had nothing to do with finding the dog.

Trying to militantly take over the dog...I can't recommend this organization.

My whole day was a disaster and all I did was cement my legal basis for ownership and cry.

This insanity continued until yesterday. I got a ticket for "animal at large" (back on 11/27 - when this happened) and it was the kind of ticket that required an appearance in court.

I went to court and the animal control lady (who was complete [expletive] during this entire process and is affiliated with the rescue group) showed up to make sure the judge gave me the maximum.

She lied to the judge and told him that my old dog (deceased) was often picked up by animal control and my new dog was likely to be raised the same way and they needed to come down hard on me.

Maggie had never once in her entire 15 years been picked up by any animal control in any city I have lived in. I told the judge that. He asked the animal control lady for documentation that maggie had been picked up before. Animal control lady just looked down to the ground and didn't answer.

I'm so angry.

That same animal control lady, back on 11/27, contacted the rescue group - instead of me - and tried to get my puppy released to them instead of me. I showed her all my documents - the contract that stated the rescue group was released from BOTH LIABILITY and RESPONSIBILITY and I was the owner. I showed her the documentation for the microchip which was in MY name. And she still did not want to release the puppy to me. I told her legally, she had to.

She did, but told me that if my dog ever got out again, even years from now - she would never release the dog back to me again.

These people are nuts.

I missed your earlier posts on this, doc. Completely bizarre. Shouldn't these people be focusing their time on rescuing instead of badgering you? (obviously a rhetorical question...)

[Molly]

kudos to one of luke's co-workers
http://www.stltoday.com/gallery/news/do ... c7c.html#0

[lukethedrifter]

Nice work Stan.

Two winters ago, there was a similar dog through the ice scenario. The Battalion Chief on scene, a real animal/dog lover, stood on the banks bawling and screaming at the firefighters while they attempted the rescue.
Some people really aren't cut out for this job.

[Jocephus]

good stuff from yer crew luke

[Jocephus]

i definitely get misty eyed over this

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[lukethedrifter]

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reminds me of


A man walks into a bar with a small dog under his arm and sits down at the counter, placing the dog on the stool next to him. The bartender says, "Sorry, pal. No dogs allowed."
The man says, "But this is a special dog -- he talks!"
"Yeah, right," says the bartender. "Now get out of here before I throw you out."
"No, wait," says the man. "I'll prove it." He turns to the dog and asks, "What do you normally find on top of a house?"
"Roof!" says the dog, wagging his tail.
"Listen, pal..." says the bartender.
"Wait," says the man, "I'll ask another question." He turns to the dog again and asks, "What's the opposite of soft?"
"Ruff!" exclaims the dog.
"Quit wasting my time and get out of here," says the bartender.
"One more chance," pleads the man. Turning to the dog again, he asks, "Who was the greatest baseball player that ever lived?"
"Ruth!" barked the dog.
"Okay, that's it!" says the bartender, and physically throws both man and dog out the door and onto the street.
Turning to the man, the dogs shrugs and says, "Maybe I should have said Joe Dimaggio?"

[Joe Shlabotnik]

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reminds me of


A man walks into a bar with a small dog under his arm and sits down at the counter, placing the dog on the stool next to him. The bartender says, "Sorry, pal. No dogs allowed."
The man says, "But this is a special dog -- he talks!"
"Yeah, right," says the bartender. "Now get out of here before I throw you out."
"No, wait," says the man. "I'll prove it." He turns to the dog and asks, "What do you normally find on top of a house?"
"Roof!" says the dog, wagging his tail.
"Listen, pal..." says the bartender.
"Wait," says the man, "I'll ask another question." He turns to the dog again and asks, "What's the opposite of soft?"
"Ruff!" exclaims the dog.
"Quit wasting my time and get out of here," says the bartender.
"One more chance," pleads the man. Turning to the dog again, he asks, "Who was the greatest baseball player that ever lived?"
"Ruth!" barked the dog.
"Okay, that's it!" says the bartender, and physically throws both man and dog out the door and onto the street.
Turning to the man, the dogs shrugs and says, "Maybe I should have said Joe Dimaggio?"

I'd throw him out too - Stan the Man was a hell of a lot better than Joe D.

[Freed Roger]

I love this. My dog does this everyday.

Yep, the Big Galoot tries that [expletive].

When I was a kid, whenever I sat down on the top step of our backporch, my boyhood dog (Ole Bones) would come up and nose his way underneath my arm -so I'd be sitting with my arm around him.

Ole Bones was great at snatching balls (tennis balls mainly) out the air. When playing backyard versions of baseball- we just let him be part of the playing field- so if he got to something before the fielder, fielder had to try to get it back from him. (throwing your glove at him worked sometimes) The more the batter would dig in, the more he'd hunker down in the field awaiting a hit. Often times, he'd slowly prowl in closer after each pitch, and he'd end up 10 feet from the batter ready to pounce.

...dogs kick ass.

[go birds]

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