Outside my back door there is a dog that I call the Spawn of Satan. His owners leave him out all the freakin time…all weather, all hours. He is the meanest little SOB imaginable. I was doing my laundry tonight and the dog some how heard me and was barking and growling.
I have spoken with neighbors and no one likes that ugly little bundle of mud caked fur.
I am so ready to call animal control. What does it take to make people responisble pet owners. Maybe they should be left out for many days and they can see what it is like. Maybe they would stop producing demon dogs.
Boo Boo Foo is on the right track. Your only recourse is to fuck with that dog. Maybe you could get some kind of ultrasonic frequency emitting device that would really piss off the dog and be inaudible to your neighbor.
Years ago, my dad got so riled up by the neighbor’s barking dogs that he fired up the chainsaw and took off after them. Chased them around and around their house!
Idiot neighbors, whose usual excuse for their barking dogs was “they’re guard dogs” never even looked out their window to see what the racket was about. They called the police and claimed that somebody was circling their house on a motocycle. Police talked to my dad, who was already back in our house when they arrived (my dad is also a police officer, though state, not city, and had his patrol car parked in the driveway) and my dad told him “I didn’t hear anything.” Cops couldn’t find any motorcycle tire tracks in the neighbor’s lawn, so they told the people to quit bothering them.
Um… at the risk of wet-blanketism, I humbly suggest the dog was likely not a psychotic bundle of mud-caked fur before the fates sent him to live with irresponsible idiot owners. They throw him outside in all sorts of weather and ignore him. How likely is it that they’ve put in any time socializing and training him?
Animal control sounds like a good idea. At least he’ll be warm for a while…
But if you’re reluctant to get AC involved, then why not toss him some food once in a while? And maybe an old towel so he can make a nest for himself out in the yard. Got an old tennis ball? Toss it over - maybe he’s bored to death, out there by himself. Who knows, he might even grow to look forward to seeing you.
As much as I empathize with you over the noise of a constantly barking dog, I feel sorry for the neglected little animal. From what you’ve written, I think you do too.
Oh, please.
These people don’t care about the animal. I simply meant that he would be better off anywhere else besides in that environment. If it were me, I’d probably get him out with the help of a friend and take him to one of those places that keeps the dog until someone adopts it.
I know it is the owners who have made this little dog vicious. I wish I could throw them in the back yard and see how they like it. Maybe they would learn you do not do that to a living thing.
I will be calling AC as I think that is the appropriate thing to do. From what I understand about these people, talking to them would be fruitless. sigh
Yes, Animal Control or the local branch of the SPCA is your only route. For the dog’s sake as well as your own. Any shelter that takes him may have to put him down, if he’s so mind-screwed as to be unadoptable, but that’s better than the miserable excuse for a life he’s got now.
A friend and I once stole a neglected dog. We were walking along a street and noticed a filthy, skinny, shaggy-unkempt dog (a Lhasa Apso, as it turned out) wandering around disconsolately. We spoke with a woman nearby, who told us it was a neighbors’ dog; that the neighbors neglected it terribly; and that she wouldn’t have seen a thing if we took it.
So we ran back to get my friend’s car, scooped the dog into the vehicle – it was ecstatic to have someone, anyone, give it affectionate attention – and took it to my friend’s vet. Where we learned that it was not, in fact, elderly (which it sure looked), but young, malnourished, and in desperate need of cleaning up (well, we knew that).
My friend kept the dog for a while, until it transformed into a beautiful, loving critter, then found a good home for it. Sweet dog – sure didn’t deserve the sucky life it had had.
Not a Well Woman: I knew exactly what you meant. It would be better off somewhere else.
I believe that there are cases where putting the animal down is the most humane thing that can be done. I will be on the phone with AC on Monday morning.
You know, to the several people who advocated harming this poor dog further, even in jest, (though with the regularity this subject comes up and some of the responses to them I half -wonder sometimes if they are in jest)…what the fuck?
Seriously…what the fuck is wrong with you? Or do you normally advocate harming things that can’t help the fact that they’ve been neglected their entire lives? Would you advocate drugging the child next door who cries himself to sleep at night because he’s abused daily, or giving him laxatives so he spends all night in the bathroom where you can’t hear him, instead of in his bedroom sharing a wall with yours, where you can?
Of COURSE it’s a frustrating situation, and it’s one I’ve been in myself. It sucks. However, suggesting harming or torturing the one life in the situation that least deserves it seems…I don’t know…completely fucking reprehensible?
Pets are a product of their environment, much like children. Chain a dog outside from puppyhood, don’t feed it regularly or bother to give it clean water, don’t keep it clean and healthy, and pay no attention to it whatsoever, and what do you THINK it’s going to turn out like?
Sorry for your situation, geewhiz, it’s a heartbreaker. Sadly, the most likely scenario is that it will be put to sleep, adopting out a potentially vicious dog is something shelters are VERY wary of. Even more sadly, that’s probably the best thing that could happen to it, if it’s temperment is permanent at this point. At least the SPCA will put it to sleep humanely and painlessly.
But you go right ahead and advocate torturing animals to death who did nothing more than be abused. After all, torturing small animals to death is how alot of serial killers got their start.
Well excuse me while I go to confession and on my way back I’ll buy a fucking LOAD of chocolate and feed it to the stupid sodding dogs on my delivery route.
Yes that’s right I’m a postman and the number of people that look after their mutts but don’t give a shit who they bite so long as it isn’t them is fucking unbelievable.
So don’t preach to me pal, I’ve been there and got the fucking scars to show for it…asshole.