Monday, January 3, 2011
No one was ever home, and the curtains were always drawn. I never saw anyone out in the yard cleaning up after him. I never saw anyone walking him or out there keeping him company or playing. California was seeing some of the worst rain storms and no one cared if this little dog was left out?? Less than a month ago I found a neighborhood dog that had been neglected and let out of it's yard over and over again... he got hit by a car and I found him and had to watch him die. I wasn't about to stand by and let this little guy die too. I took him home, wrote the lady a note telling her I had him and to give me a call she got home. I never heard from her, and the note I put in a ziplock bag and taped with packaging tape on her back door was gone so I knew she got it.
The next day, I walked by there and saw her Dad working in the yard. He had just rid himself of the doghouse because he thought the pound took Wally. I reluctantly gave him back, especially after seeing the house totally and completely vacant, but he promised me he'd take Wally to his daughter or put him inside. The next morning, Wally busted out of the yard through a broken slat in the fence and was on his way toward a busy street. I whistled and called to him, and he came running to me...laying on his back at my feet. I brought him home and didn't make the effort to give him back. I gave him back twice....once because I thought someone still lived there and again on an empty promise. Never again...he's here to stay.