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Dog Days of Autumn
Oct. 4th, 2003 06:30 pmLast night I went out. Got a little bit silly. Got a little bit tipsy. Got a little bit flirty. Was going to back someone up in a brawl (Almost notched one off of my list), but it was called off on account that no one really wanted to sick six of us on one guy who was confused about it all.
Was woken up early this morning, having not really had any slep to speak of.
Animal control showed up to get the dog today. "Stoopid" or "Rascal" or as grandma says "Pup Pup" wasn't happy to leave. He put up a half decent fight.
I went out back to wait for the animal control officer to come and do his thing. Stoopid immediately ran to get his ball and started running around to try and get me to play with him. He was wagging his tail, and doing that international dog thing for "PLAY!" and started running around.
I pulled the short gate closed, cutting off the little fool's egress. He just ran around the dead VW Beetle and then looked at me to open up the gate. Then he started squeeking his ball.
Then the dog catcher came to the back and I opened up the gate.
Stoopid dropped his ball, and looked a little bit confused. The dog catcher called out to him "Here Pup Pup," and the dog ran to the other side of the VW. I stood there trying to cut him off, not wanting to get too close.
The dog never barked, never growed. Just ran. There was no noise save for the whistling and clicking and "puppy puppy" from the dog catcher.
Then he threw the lasso, and caught Stoopid around his neck and right front leg. The dog tried to step through, and the loop tightened around his middle, towards his rear haunches. I opened the gate back up, and the Animal control officer pulled the dog and cooed to him to follow.
Stoopid looked at me with confusion on his face (at least it looked like it. Perhaps it was betrayal), and pulled against the rope. He didn't even whine.
He was dragged all the way to the truck, where the ACO stepped on the rope to hold the dog, and reached into his truck to get the catching stick (the one with the pull noose on the end). He proceeded to try and get it around Stoopid's neck. The dog kept ducking his head to keep it off of him. He picked now to be a smart dog. At one point the dog catcher actually caught him around his snout and muzzle, and had to open up the noose so as to not break Stoopid's jaw. After five minutes of this, he finally caught him up.
The dog seemed to look at me and mom with a glare of confusion. Quiet confusion.
The ACO lifted up Stoopid by the neck into the truck, got the hatch closed and got the catch stick off of him. Stoopid finally started to growl and bark from inside. He continued to bark as mom stood speaking to the dog catcher. Bark. Bark. Bark.
I went back to the backyard, and closed the gate.
It occurred to me that mom and grandma got Stoopid (nee, Rascal) Christmas break of sophomore year. He was one of the pups from my Uncle's (The one with the Big C) dog's litter. That was what? 9 years ago.
Damn dog kept looking at me like "Why?"
Was woken up early this morning, having not really had any slep to speak of.
Animal control showed up to get the dog today. "Stoopid" or "Rascal" or as grandma says "Pup Pup" wasn't happy to leave. He put up a half decent fight.
I went out back to wait for the animal control officer to come and do his thing. Stoopid immediately ran to get his ball and started running around to try and get me to play with him. He was wagging his tail, and doing that international dog thing for "PLAY!" and started running around.
I pulled the short gate closed, cutting off the little fool's egress. He just ran around the dead VW Beetle and then looked at me to open up the gate. Then he started squeeking his ball.
Then the dog catcher came to the back and I opened up the gate.
Stoopid dropped his ball, and looked a little bit confused. The dog catcher called out to him "Here Pup Pup," and the dog ran to the other side of the VW. I stood there trying to cut him off, not wanting to get too close.
The dog never barked, never growed. Just ran. There was no noise save for the whistling and clicking and "puppy puppy" from the dog catcher.
Then he threw the lasso, and caught Stoopid around his neck and right front leg. The dog tried to step through, and the loop tightened around his middle, towards his rear haunches. I opened the gate back up, and the Animal control officer pulled the dog and cooed to him to follow.
Stoopid looked at me with confusion on his face (at least it looked like it. Perhaps it was betrayal), and pulled against the rope. He didn't even whine.
He was dragged all the way to the truck, where the ACO stepped on the rope to hold the dog, and reached into his truck to get the catching stick (the one with the pull noose on the end). He proceeded to try and get it around Stoopid's neck. The dog kept ducking his head to keep it off of him. He picked now to be a smart dog. At one point the dog catcher actually caught him around his snout and muzzle, and had to open up the noose so as to not break Stoopid's jaw. After five minutes of this, he finally caught him up.
The dog seemed to look at me and mom with a glare of confusion. Quiet confusion.
The ACO lifted up Stoopid by the neck into the truck, got the hatch closed and got the catch stick off of him. Stoopid finally started to growl and bark from inside. He continued to bark as mom stood speaking to the dog catcher. Bark. Bark. Bark.
I went back to the backyard, and closed the gate.
It occurred to me that mom and grandma got Stoopid (nee, Rascal) Christmas break of sophomore year. He was one of the pups from my Uncle's (The one with the Big C) dog's litter. That was what? 9 years ago.
Damn dog kept looking at me like "Why?"
