I’ve been contemplating a decision for a while now, a decision that has filled my thoughts on a daily basis. A decision that was greater than me.
That decision stumbled upon my thoughts after our new neighbors moved in a few months ago. Those neighbors brought a beautiful white dog with them.
The first day they moved in, Lucy and I were outside. I asked what appeared to be its owners if my puppy could say hello, sniff noses. She said she did not know if her dog was good with little dogs. So, Lucy and I went on our way to the backyard.
I’m a huge animal lover, which I’m certain developed while I was growing up. My sisters, brothers and I were surrounded by dogs, cats, horses and even a duck when we were little living on a farm. Those animals were always well taken care of, often times spoiled. There was absolutely no question they were loved and given the best home possible.
So, you see as the days, weeks and even months passed by, my concern only grew, as my heart continued to break.
The dog, yes the beautiful white dog, remained outside as the owners sought the comfort of their new home. This lonely creature was tied up to a tree without proper shelter.
The barking . . . oh the barking, which truly sounded like crying filled the sky at all hours of the night and day. The excruciating howling ignited a chain reaction with the other dogs in the neighborhood, often times getting the attention of Lucy as well.
I gave the owners the benefit of the doubt the first week as the dogs crying continued. On more than one occasion I had to turn the music on to drown the sound out. It was breaking my heart.
More time went by and still the dog was left chained to a tree, sleeping and going to the bathroom in a restricted area. In an area as far as its chain would take it.
I never saw the owners give the dog any kind of attention. I never saw the owners feed it.
What began as the dog getting excited when Lucy and I came into view slowly diminished. It appeared that it was too exhausted from lack of nutrition, or freezing because of the temperatures.
I believe the dog was losing weight. I could see it down its back and into its hind legs.
When the temperatures dropped into the 20s and we had frost, the dog was still outside tied to a tree.
Through nonstop rain, the dog was still tied to a tree.
Although Jason and I had talked about intervening on more than one occasion, it was always left untouched.
Last night, I finally broke down.
It had been raining all day and it was a wet cold.
After the sun went down, Lucy and I went outside, with a flashlight in my hand, as she made her way around the yard to go to the bathroom. When we came up to the side of the property, I shined the light where the dog is usually laying under the tree. Although I could see it, it did not move its head. It just laid there curled in a ball. After I said “hi puppy” it slowly lifted its head.
The poor thing had to be freezing.
I walked into the house and looked at Jason and said I have to do something.
I just couldn’t watch this poor dog suffer anymore. I could no longer sit back and watch. I could no longer listen to it howl, obviously saying it was uncomfortable.
I owed it to this poor dog to do something. Maybe enhance the life the owners were giving it.
Jason helped me track down the animal warden’s number for our area.
When I called I instantly felt a sigh of relief.
I did something.
I was however not full of complete confidence something was going to happen. They didn’t ask many questions and I didn’t share a ton of information. They did however have the address of where the dog was located and the woman told me she would have someone look into it.
Around 10 a.m. I started to hear voices out my office window. Voices coming from the property next door.
The animal warden was on the property talking to someone.
That moment, I thought “it made a difference.” That phone call made a difference. Someone listened and was looking into the well-being of that beautiful dog.
Shortly after he left, Lucy and I went outside so she could go to the bathroom. What I saw instantly sparked a smile. Instantly gave me confirmation that I did the right thing. That I made a difference.
The dog was eating. It was the first time I had ever seen it eat. It did not care that Lucy and I were within view. It chowed down on a bowl full of food.
Later I heard more voices and what sounded like hammering. This beautiful white dog was getting shelter. Not ideal shelter in my opinion, but shelter.
The dog now has space under stairs, room that was boarded off, as well as what looked to be some kind of bed. The dog will now be out of the elements, the rain, the snow, the frost, the sleet.
It is still chained up and does not have much room to roam, but it has shelter. Something I desperately wanted for this poor animal.
I feel so much better knowing that I made the living situation better for this animal.
My heart is warmed. I did a good deed. I helped a poor animal in need.
Now, only if they would give it the exercise it deserves and continue to feed it on a daily basis.