A few months ago when we had a very rare warm day I saw a dog locked in a small pickup truck parked next to mine. I went into each of the offices in the office park asking the receptionists to find out who had a green pickup truck with a dog locked in there. I said I was about to call the police.
By the time I left the last office, there was an older woman sitting in the passenger's seat holding the dog. When I went to get in my truck (which was already warm) she opened her window and got in my face that it was none of my business, she's had dogs all her life, blah blah blah. She heard me in one of the offices. I told her people as stupid as she is shouldn't have animals and that I was taking her license plate and calling the police. I didn't, but I figured it put the fear of God into her. I'm sure it didn't.
Yesterday I was leaving the diner, and what do I see? A car with a small dog locked inside, windows closed tighter than a frog's butt. The dog was lying on top of the dashboard looking scared. I got my phone out, while husbear says "you're not calling the police are you?" I said damn skippy I am. I don't know if I was more peed off at him for not wanting me to call the cops, or at the owners of the dog.
It wasn't very warm out, but the sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds. I don't know how long the people were in the diner, and how long they would be. I took a picture of the car showing the dog and license plate in the same frame, and gave the police dispatcher the color, make, license plate and location of the car. I said the dog did not to appear to be in distress, but looked scared. She asked for my name and number (as if it didn't come up on her terminal ) and said she would send an officer right away. I asked if I should stay there (I soooo wanted to press charges), but she said no, it was OK for me to leave. I didn't, and knew I probably wouldn't, hear back from the police.
By the time I left the last office, there was an older woman sitting in the passenger's seat holding the dog. When I went to get in my truck (which was already warm) she opened her window and got in my face that it was none of my business, she's had dogs all her life, blah blah blah. She heard me in one of the offices. I told her people as stupid as she is shouldn't have animals and that I was taking her license plate and calling the police. I didn't, but I figured it put the fear of God into her. I'm sure it didn't.
Yesterday I was leaving the diner, and what do I see? A car with a small dog locked inside, windows closed tighter than a frog's butt. The dog was lying on top of the dashboard looking scared. I got my phone out, while husbear says "you're not calling the police are you?" I said damn skippy I am. I don't know if I was more peed off at him for not wanting me to call the cops, or at the owners of the dog.
It wasn't very warm out, but the sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds. I don't know how long the people were in the diner, and how long they would be. I took a picture of the car showing the dog and license plate in the same frame, and gave the police dispatcher the color, make, license plate and location of the car. I said the dog did not to appear to be in distress, but looked scared. She asked for my name and number (as if it didn't come up on her terminal ) and said she would send an officer right away. I asked if I should stay there (I soooo wanted to press charges), but she said no, it was OK for me to leave. I didn't, and knew I probably wouldn't, hear back from the police.