Random Babblings

Two things that aren’t usually bad per say, but when combined can lead to dreadful results.

Weather was quite crazy yesterday, with winds up to 30 mph at times and gusts past that.  Big flat things interact poorly with strong wind.  Fences among them… old fences espically.  In the 12 years we’ve lived in the house we’ve replaced almost all of the fence in the back yard.  The only section remaining is between us and our neighbor on the left.   By common “definition” the owner of a fence is the side where the posts and rails are, so this section of fence belongs to them.  This is where I have to admit that I don’t know many of my neighbors well, and couldn’t tell you if the residents of the house own or rent.

Regardless, sometime yesterday the wind blew out a plank of the fence large enough for the dogs to get through.  Now usually this wouldn’t be too big of a problem.  We might realise it, the neighbors might see the dogs and realise it, but they were going from one yard to the other.  Unfortuneatly these neighbors don’t close thier gate, so the dogs just strolled right out.

The mind can be a funny thing.  Lisa swears that the dogs were underfoot while she was cooking.  Elise swears that Jazz as curled up on the couch with her before she left for work.  Neither of these things are possible since Animal Control picked them up about 12:30.  I had the “excuse” that I was upstaris most of the time, and a quiet afternoon is never unappreciated.  The doggy-door is always open, so it’s not like any of us have to let them in and out.  Quite often they snuggle into thier crates and snooze the day away.  So when I went to go feed them at 6pm…

After a little bit of searching through the neighborhood we got a story from someone that at least Missy was at Animal Control.  We hopped in the truck and went to see if she was there, but they were closed for the evening.  We headed back home and looked around a bit more.  Lisa decided to head to the house that supposedly called Animal  Control.  It was the right house, and she was so sorry, but she couldn’t have kept missy at her house with her big lab.  She had knocked on all the houses on the street and cul-de-sacs… except for our house and the house to the right, the first two houses on the street.  She also informed us that after AC picked up Missy from her, they found Jazz on the street and took both of them in.

So, it’s 7pm, and AC doesn’t open until 11am, with no-one to call to confirm.  So I head out as soon as reasonable, getting there a bit early, and wait for the doors to open.  Thankfully they were there and physically fine.  Someone had the foresight to place them in the same pen, so at least they had each other.  After a little bit of paperwork, of the white and green kind, I went back and took them home.  They got in the door and were a bit clingly for a while (understandaby so), so I sat with them and gave them the attention they needed.  After some water and a trip out back, they both curled up in their crates and zonked out, not even touching the food I gave them.