On our way to Tae Kwon Do, we have to cross over this little creek - it would probably be more accurately called a crick as small as it is - and there is a little bridge going over it. So we are going over it and notice this little dog on it, near the side. Since there usually isn't a dog on that little bridge both Hubby and I looked at it fairly closely as we went by.
Hubby said "that poor dog is tangled up!" So he stopped and turned around so that he and I could walk over to free the dog. Luckily, he was a sweet chihuahua, he didn't growl or anything.
The thing that infuriates me is that some
While in general, I think people who take dogs out into the country and drop them off are . . . jerks - at least there is a slight chance for survival. This poor dog had no chance unless someone stopped and rescued him.
So we quickly took him home where he got a not so warm reception from our dogs (didn't see any fighting but they were less than delighted). When we got home from Tae Kwan Do, there was no sign of him.
He may have walked home or something.
One thing that will slow his owners down from doing it again . . .
We still have the chain.