I've been home all day, poking around WoW and Monster.com in peace and quiet. Then I thought to myself, "Self, it's waaaaay too quiet around here. The dog isn't barking, and I don't hear her picking through the trash either."
So, I get up and start looking for her. Not laying on any of the beds, not downstairs, not even in the yard. Great, she must have run away. By this time, I figure she's probably in the next county. So, I go to the phone, and luckily (?), there's a message from Animal Control saying that I have to go down to the police station and pick her up.
I drive down, wait 15 minutes for Officer McTwinkie to get off his **** and help me, pay some minor fines, and go to get her. While I'm walking towards the Animal Control building, I happen to look at the report, and it turns out that they picked her up two streets over. I could throw a frisbee to the street where the call came from.
Which brings me to my point: what retarded f[/i]uck calls Animal Control on a dog with tags that clearly state the owner's address and phone number? It was two streets over, for Bob's sake! They could have walked the dog back in a fraction of the time it must have taken for Animal Control to get there, or at the very least, called the house and let us know that our dog was loose (which has happened once before).
I plan on doing very unsavory things that house soon. Maybe I'll take the dog on a walk and let her do her business on the front doorstep.
[i]Edited, Wed Jan 18 17:10:44 2006 by Demea