A month or so ago, the big thing in the countryside near me was trying to find a stray Great Dane that had been seen out and about. It seemed to like to hang around a cemetery, but nobody could catch it.
Finally the dog was caught when it took refuge in somebody's barn and brought to the local human society in absolutely sad shape. It weighed 60 pounds when it should've weighed twice that or more. I saw the picture of it. Nothing but skin and bones and sores and wounds from getting caught in fences and such. The humane society did manage to get the dog eating. They named it Brutus.
The local newsrag ran a story on Brutus. Donations of food and toys began pouring in to the humane society. A lengthy list developed of people hoping to adopt the dog. One of the people on this list is a co-worker of mine on the freight team at the swamp. She's been wanting a Great Dane for a long time.
I don't have the heart to tell her she'll have to keep waiting, because Brutus went to that great fire hydrant in the sky, either yesterday or the day before. This I heard from my mother today, at a family dinner for my dad's birthday as we were waiting for our pizza to arrive.
Speculation on Facebook says the dog was either dumped or ran away with its owners too negligent to notice. I'm leaning toward the former because when Brutus arrived at the shelter, they didn't come forward to claim him. At any rate, the owners will probably face no punishment because there's no proof they abandoned Brutus.
All anybody can do is wonder why anybody would do such a thing to a poor animal.
Finally the dog was caught when it took refuge in somebody's barn and brought to the local human society in absolutely sad shape. It weighed 60 pounds when it should've weighed twice that or more. I saw the picture of it. Nothing but skin and bones and sores and wounds from getting caught in fences and such. The humane society did manage to get the dog eating. They named it Brutus.
The local newsrag ran a story on Brutus. Donations of food and toys began pouring in to the humane society. A lengthy list developed of people hoping to adopt the dog. One of the people on this list is a co-worker of mine on the freight team at the swamp. She's been wanting a Great Dane for a long time.
I don't have the heart to tell her she'll have to keep waiting, because Brutus went to that great fire hydrant in the sky, either yesterday or the day before. This I heard from my mother today, at a family dinner for my dad's birthday as we were waiting for our pizza to arrive.
Speculation on Facebook says the dog was either dumped or ran away with its owners too negligent to notice. I'm leaning toward the former because when Brutus arrived at the shelter, they didn't come forward to claim him. At any rate, the owners will probably face no punishment because there's no proof they abandoned Brutus.
All anybody can do is wonder why anybody would do such a thing to a poor animal.



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