There is a rental next door to my house and it once housed a set of renters who had a dog but ignored it completely. They left it chained to a tree in the backyard 24/7.
One fine Saturday morning about 7:30, I heard the dreaded barkbarkbark pause barkbarkbark pause barkbarkbark pause Of course my initial reaction was to call the cops, Animal Control, and the National Guard, but as I was making my coffee, gazing out my kitchen window, into the neighbor’s yard, it became immediately apparent to me that the dog was in great distress. It had wound the chain around the tree and itself one too many times and was pinned to the tree. Couldn’t move, couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink, couldn’t get to its little doggie condo.
Horrified, I march next door, barefoot and still wearing pajamas, and bang on the door. Sleepy neighbor answers. I ask if they realize their dog has been barking for about three hours straight. Neighbor claims it’s not her dog, but the roommate’s. I wanted to say, “I don’t care who claims to be the owner, but are you deaf?” I gave her a hard stare and asked if she could hear the barking. (The poor dog was barking at that very moment.) She had no choice but to admit that, now that she had the door open and was standing outside, she could, indeed, hear the dog barking.
She tells me she’ll take care of the dog, and I go back to my house and watch from my kitchen window, because my next action was very much going to be a phone call to Animal Control to report these people for abuse. I watched her step outside, assess the situation, realize the dog was in real, actual trouble, and then she untangled him from his chain. I do not know if he was fed or watered, ever. (I couldn’t see any bowls outside and I never saw anyone walking the dog, playing with it, petting it, or feeding it. The dog never went in and never ran loose around the yard… he was sentenced to be chained to a tree. I would bark my furry ass off too, if I was chained to a tree all day and all night. Wouldn’t you?)
The sad ending to this story is, I heard the dog barking another time, but eventually he stopped. I figured the humans had come outside and tended to it. The next morning, I was on my back porch and heard my neighbor open her door, and give that gasp/scream thing you do when you see something horrifying has gone down in your backyard. I can only assume the dog had managed to hang itself or strangle itself because I never heard it bark again and didn’t see it in the yard after I heard the gasp/scream.
So my point is, it could very well be the case that there is something terrible going on for a dog like that, and a polite inquiry at the home of the humans might be in order.
And, for the record, I am far more disturbed by the day care center behind my house. It’s not the children playing and screaming that bugs me, although the screaming does work one’s nerves. It’s the adults who work there and think screaming at children = discipline. I hate those ladies. I feel sorry for every kid who has to stay there.