Did you have to steal my dog?
I've only had two dogs in my life and I'm in my early 30s. My very first dog was Tangy. She was a beautiful Chow and mutt mixed. I was in high school when my cousin and I picked her up. I remember it very well, we drove down a long paved road then turned on a dirt road - the house sat on the right. The lady had four pups. My cousin and I each took one. I got Tangy home and I tried to love that dog the best I could but for some strange reason, she kept running away. She ran away 4 different times. Each time she would run away I would walk around different neighborhoods until I found her. I stayed in a small city in the South, so it wasn't that hard to track her down. After she ran away that fourth time, I gave up on having a dog. Instead I bought a pet that I knew wouldn't run away - I got a gold fish.
Many many years went by before someone offered me one of their dog's pups again. By now, I had had children and I thought it would be good for them to have a dog. She was a beautiful, white, long haired Chihuahua and since she was so tiny, naturally she was a house dog. We called her Lacey. I made a vow to take care of her. Her shots were current, I had her nails cliped and maintained and I gave her a regular bath. She was schedule to be spaced when she turned 6 months. There was an instance bond between my son and Lacey. He truly adored Lacey and she was more excited to see him than anyone else. I hardly ever let Lacey go outside, other than to use it because once I could visibly see a tick on her white coat from playing in the grass. From time to time I would leash her to the porch and allow her to sit outside with the kids. The neighborhood we lived in wasn't considered bad or considered the hood but some people's cars had been broken into at some point. On one warm afternoon I left Lacey on the back porch on a leash while I ran quickly to the corner store. I didnt leave her unattended for long but when I returned Lacey was gone. Someone had come on my back porch, unleashed Lacey and took her away. She was 5 month old. We all worried many nights about Lacey. We put up "LOST" signs and we search the neighborhood but we finally realized, Lacey wasn't coming back.
Almost two months had passed and although we still talked about Lacey, we had begun to except that she wasn't coming back. Then one day when I was working in the front yard a young boy, no older that 13 or 14, comes in my yard and says, "Hey Ms. Are you missing a dog?" I replied, "yes". He then says, "Do you want her back". I told him "yes". I asked the young man how did he know it was her.
He goes on to say one day while riding his bike and he saw the dog on the back porch so he took her and gave her to his Grandma. I had a sense of anger go through me and I wanted answers. I asked him "why would you do that? She didn't belong to you. That was my kid's dog." He apologized and promised that he would return her. A few days go by but no Lacey. I had not told my kids that she would be returning home because I wasn't sure if he would bring her. A few days later, he brought Lacey home. Lacey was excited to see me but I couldn't believe my eyes. Her white coat was near black. She was dirty beyond belief. Her nails were extremely long and the big shocker, she was pregnant. I asked the young man if they kept her outside. He said they did and that when Lacey got pregnant his Grandma didn't want her anymore. I didn't know what to do with this strange dog that use to once be the light in my kids eyes. I made a conscience decision. I decided to put Lacey up for adoption at Pet Smart. There was no way I could let my kids see her like that. To this day I still don't know if I made the right decision. Should I have pressed charges on the kid? Should I have kept Lacey and cleaned her up? Should I have kept her and just gave her pups away? I still don't know the answers and I guess I never will.
We are going to try getting a new dog for our kids in April for their birthday. Oh, just in case you were wondering, my cousin's dog was hit and killed by a car.