I Hate Animal Dumpers

Our dog is relaxing for the first time in almost eighteen hours. The interloper is finally gone. She is so relieved; I have never heard her sigh this deeply and we have had her for seven years. Yes, I am referring to the bulldog-pit bull mix puppy that has held us hostage and consumed Our every waking thought for almost two days. A heartless person kicked this puppy out onto our road on Thursday. On Friday animal control said they would come and get her; but they did not come. This dog, through no fault of her own, was dumped in the evening on a dark, desolate country road. My road. Featured once in a Kansas City magazine with this caption: Donohoo Road, the most desolate road in Kansas City. Nice huh? Our porch is a war zone. This poor puppy that we tried to bring inside, but Could not due to its adverse behavior toward our dog, and our dog’s incessant barking Had to be outside for two nights. Last night it rained all night. Luckily, this strange little puppy commandeered the outside cat’s cozy bed. Shark, the displaced cat slept in the garage’s first bay on a hard concreted floor, and was mad all night. Did I say the porch is a war zone? Everything we left out there is in shreds – snow scraper, shoe, Boot, gardening glove. This puppy somehow managed to chew an entire tennis ball down to a little Pink center. We are all so relieved it is gone. My husband took it to the Humane Shelter and gave them a large donation for keeping it as they Originally said they did not have room. When he told them the amount of our donation, they made room. He said a lady picked up the puppy, and the puppy snuggled into her neck, and she will be warm tonight. I hate animal-dumpers.