Last Thursday I posted of a new puppy at our neighbor's behind us. With a tub of water and big bowl of dry dog food, we was left to fend for himself. His woeful, lonely cries became an increasing burden on our consciences.
As she does each Friday, my wife departed for the federal courthouse shortly before noon, while I stayed home to play domestic. But before beginning my chores, I had to go out back with a dog cookie and talk to "shorty". At the back wall, I noticed someone else was visiting with him. It was another neighbor consoling him. She said she heard his cries through the night as we experienced our first rainfall in over three months.
I told her these people were the same who had a boxer a couple of years ago. That he had suffered similar neglect--not so much of food and water, but from companionship and love. I and my big boy, "Mister" Cooper (our tallest greyhound, best able to see over the wall), would often visit Boxer.
One day Boxer was gone. We learned several weeks later he'd gone out riding with his people, but the heat of the summer proved to much for him. Sweet Boxer didn't return. He'd died from the heat, from dehydration. But I'm sure up to the point preceding his death he died happy because his parents had taken him for a ride!
Anyway, after I'd finished vacuuming and mopping the floors, my wife returned from the peace vigil. As I pushed back in the recliner in sheer exhaustion, I was lullabied to sleep by the serenade of the puppy's moans out back. When I awoke about an hour later, I learned of my wife's little excursion. She'd walked around the block to the house behind us and very nicely made known to Mrs. Neighbor her concern for the new puppy.
It was to get below freezing Friday night, and it was her worry the pup would be left outside again. Mrs. Neighbor assured my wife he wouldn't be. He'd be allowed in the garage. And while the visit went well, I told my wife it wasn't a stretch to imagine our neighbor saying under her breath as she closed the door as wife departed, "Bitch!"
But aside from trying to help that dog, we learned something and it was very good news. The neighbors were only keeping that sad little husky for its owner for a week or so. And sure enough, that cold night cries of a lonely canine in the night were muffled behind a closed garage doors. And in another day or two, the puppy was gone. Hopefully back to someone who better appreciates and provides for the needs of a dog--the close companionship of a loving family.