Remember when Gene temporarily adopted Awesome-O?
We now have Awesome-O’s brother. Except he’s favoring one leg, doesn’t like other dogs, and has play nipped Gene’s hand.
Do you know how hard it is to get Animal Control over to your house on New Year’s Day? I spoke to Cheesecake City PD twice today and the PD for the suburb of Cheesecake City that we live in. No dice. Technically, since we don’t live IN Cheesecake City they won’t help. No, not even on holidays when the suburb’s animal control is a no-show.
Basically, to get the PD to your house today to get a dog away from your home, you have to call and say this:
(Screaming) “OH MY GOD A DOG HAS EATEN MY BABY!!!!!!!!!”
While tempting, I’m not going to lie to the police. Plus, it’s pretty obvious that we do not have a baby. Gene’s taking the dog to City Freaking Hall. Oh, geez. I’m just waiting for the nice officers to knock on my door and tell me to bring bail money. (Not really, but it’s a possibility).
(BTW, the dog does not like other dogs, most likely including Scooby and Betty, so we can’t keep him overnight until Suburb Animal Control opens up. Cheesecake City’s bright idea is for us to take him to the emergency vet. I guess they think we live on Millionaire’s Row or some such nonsense. The emergency vet costs more than I make in a day just to walk in the door!).