At about 8 a.m. on Saturday morning my doorbell rang. I looked out the window to see who it was and to my surprise, it was one of my "neighbors" that doesn't speak English too well, standing there holding a small white dog. When I answered he asked me in his best English, if it was mine. He said the dog was running out in the middle of the street and he thought it was mine. I reassured my neighbor that it was not my dog but I would not sleep till I found its owners.
I think the dog was some sort of a poodle and was as sweet as he could be. He was very dirty and looked kinda skinny to me but he was wearing his rabies tag so I knew we could find his owners, but I wasn't too sure I wanted to find the person that did not take care of this sweet baby....
So anyway, after a little convincing from Josh, we took the little guy up the street to the vet hospital to see if they could look up his address. Our new little friend made friends with everyone at the vet! So sweet! After the vet handed us the address to the owners (one street South of my house), we drove little Mr. Poodle dog home, and to no surprise the owner was not in the least bit "classy" of any sort. I
t is very disheartening to see that people like this are allowed to own animals. The child that opened the door was dirtier than the dog I was returning :( One day I will be able to own my own animal rescue and no dog that I come in contact with will ever have to suffer!
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