I'm so fucking angry right now.
Today I was coming home from my run, and about 100 yards away from my house I saw a dog. Little scruffy terrier. I looked on his back and saw that he had two shaved spots, one with a cut. He had a blue collar. I thought "uh-oh" so I picked him up and carried him home.
I brought him onto the porch and we brought him some water, he didn't want it. But for the most part he was pretty happy. I thought we should just let him go, and follow him in the hopes that he would take us to his house. But my mom figured calling the police would be the best way, so she called the police and they sent the "dog officer" over. Immediately I started having doubts. I didn't want to just pass the dog off. We should have went around the neighborhood. But my mom didn't recognize him, and we know most of the neighborhood dogs, so calling the police seemed like the best option at the time. I went to take a shower, and while I was up there the cop came and took him away.
I came downstairs to my mom talking about what an asshole this guy was. My mom was being all nice to the dog, giving him cookies and everything, the stern-faced officer pulls up in his car and gets out. He doesn't say "hi," he doesn't say "how are you?" Just grunts. My mom went to put the dog in the car, but the cop just opened up the other door, grunted and said "nope other door." My mom put the dog in, the cop slammed it, got back in and drove away.
So we're thinking okay, just a rude cop. Who cares. Fast forward about an hour, and my mom calls the police back to ask if anyone inquired about the dog. The dispatcher tells her no, but the cop took him to the Creature Comforts (the vet), and the dog jumped out of the car. The cop just let him go. He didn't go after the dog or anything. Just drove off.
At this point we can't believe what happened. Police are supposed to help us. How hard is it, really, to pick up the dog and walk him into the Vet. It's maybe 10 extra steps. But this asshole just drove off. Directly after my mom hung up the phone, my dad and I got in the car to go to Creature Comforts and look for the dog.
Right after leaving the driveway, we see two girls, one walking a German shepherd, calling for their dog. So I stop the car and tell one of them what's going on. She gets in the car, and we continue onto Creature Comforts.
Once we get there, we look around the immediate area for about 15 minutes. Then the girl calls her friend, who's the actual owner of the dog. Within 10 minutes, the whole family is there, and my mom drives down too. There's at least six or seven of us looking for the dog. We find out his name is buddy, and he's fighting an infection. That's why he has those cuts, and that's why he didn't want the water. He got bit by another dog and the cut got infected.
Now, Creature Comforts is right on a very busy road directly connected to the highway. So naturally we begin to get a bit worried. All of us are shouting "Buddy! Buddybuddybuddy!" in different directions. After a little while of calling, and asking the neighbors if they've seen him, an elderly lady smoking a cigarette outside some Thai restaurant hails me over.
"Are you looking for a dog? Little terrier?" she asks me.
"Yeah, have you seen him?"
"Well, last I've seen him was about an hour ago. He was down by the housing developments, looked like he was headed for the wated." I thanked her, though I was baffled why someone who sees a dog on the side of a busy road wouldn't pick him up. I told everyone and we headed down to the housing developments, about 1000 feet down the road from Creature Comforts. That lady gave us the last lead we got.
For the next two hours, until it was pitch black out at ten o'clock, we drove everywhere within a mile radius looking for the dog. We looked in the busiest part of the town, the strip of outlets that attracts tourists here every summer. We checked parking lots. We asked people in gas stations. All the while we were calling "BUDDY! BUDDY!" But we could not find him.
Finally, at 10:00, my mom and I decided to head home. We told the poor people who lost their dog we were going to make one last loop and then go home. They were going to continue looking - they're probably still there now at 11:00.
So now I'm home. And I'm feeling both pissed at myself, because instead of walking him around the neighborhood, we gave the dog to the police, but mostly very, VERY pissed at that cop. The whole time we were searching everyone kept making comments about "why would that cop do that?" It's clear that it's his fault.
I decided very early on in this search how angry I am at him. What a pathetic excuse for a human being. People go to jail all the time for abandoning animals, and that's exactly what this cop did. Not only did he commit animal cruelty, but he failed on all fronts to do his job.
I'm going to fuck him over. There's no way in hell he's getting away with this. At the very least he needs to be suspended. If you ask me, he should lose his job and go to court, but because he's a police officer people are scared to do anything about it. Not me though. Oh no, not me. I am going to personally see that this piece of shit is brought to justice.
First thing in the morning, I'm going to call all the local newspapers, and I'm going to email them this story. Hopefully one of them will run it, so that the public can see what a POS we have working in our police system. I also want to file some kind of police report, but the thing is, the dispatcher already knows what happened and seems to think nothing of it.
Well, we're family friends with one cop, and know most of the others. He says that there's GPS installed in the police cars. My dad suggested that the cop might have "put the dog down" by just dropping the poor thing somewhere. Although that's a horrible idea, if he did do that we will be able to acquire physical evidence. Either way, this guy did NOT do his job, and DEFINITELY committed animal cruelty.
I'll be calling the papers and doing my best to give this guy a public hanging. Any other ideas?
Today I was coming home from my run, and about 100 yards away from my house I saw a dog. Little scruffy terrier. I looked on his back and saw that he had two shaved spots, one with a cut. He had a blue collar. I thought "uh-oh" so I picked him up and carried him home.
I brought him onto the porch and we brought him some water, he didn't want it. But for the most part he was pretty happy. I thought we should just let him go, and follow him in the hopes that he would take us to his house. But my mom figured calling the police would be the best way, so she called the police and they sent the "dog officer" over. Immediately I started having doubts. I didn't want to just pass the dog off. We should have went around the neighborhood. But my mom didn't recognize him, and we know most of the neighborhood dogs, so calling the police seemed like the best option at the time. I went to take a shower, and while I was up there the cop came and took him away.
I came downstairs to my mom talking about what an asshole this guy was. My mom was being all nice to the dog, giving him cookies and everything, the stern-faced officer pulls up in his car and gets out. He doesn't say "hi," he doesn't say "how are you?" Just grunts. My mom went to put the dog in the car, but the cop just opened up the other door, grunted and said "nope other door." My mom put the dog in, the cop slammed it, got back in and drove away.
So we're thinking okay, just a rude cop. Who cares. Fast forward about an hour, and my mom calls the police back to ask if anyone inquired about the dog. The dispatcher tells her no, but the cop took him to the Creature Comforts (the vet), and the dog jumped out of the car. The cop just let him go. He didn't go after the dog or anything. Just drove off.
At this point we can't believe what happened. Police are supposed to help us. How hard is it, really, to pick up the dog and walk him into the Vet. It's maybe 10 extra steps. But this asshole just drove off. Directly after my mom hung up the phone, my dad and I got in the car to go to Creature Comforts and look for the dog.
Right after leaving the driveway, we see two girls, one walking a German shepherd, calling for their dog. So I stop the car and tell one of them what's going on. She gets in the car, and we continue onto Creature Comforts.
Once we get there, we look around the immediate area for about 15 minutes. Then the girl calls her friend, who's the actual owner of the dog. Within 10 minutes, the whole family is there, and my mom drives down too. There's at least six or seven of us looking for the dog. We find out his name is buddy, and he's fighting an infection. That's why he has those cuts, and that's why he didn't want the water. He got bit by another dog and the cut got infected.
Now, Creature Comforts is right on a very busy road directly connected to the highway. So naturally we begin to get a bit worried. All of us are shouting "Buddy! Buddybuddybuddy!" in different directions. After a little while of calling, and asking the neighbors if they've seen him, an elderly lady smoking a cigarette outside some Thai restaurant hails me over.
"Are you looking for a dog? Little terrier?" she asks me.
"Yeah, have you seen him?"
"Well, last I've seen him was about an hour ago. He was down by the housing developments, looked like he was headed for the wated." I thanked her, though I was baffled why someone who sees a dog on the side of a busy road wouldn't pick him up. I told everyone and we headed down to the housing developments, about 1000 feet down the road from Creature Comforts. That lady gave us the last lead we got.
For the next two hours, until it was pitch black out at ten o'clock, we drove everywhere within a mile radius looking for the dog. We looked in the busiest part of the town, the strip of outlets that attracts tourists here every summer. We checked parking lots. We asked people in gas stations. All the while we were calling "BUDDY! BUDDY!" But we could not find him.
Finally, at 10:00, my mom and I decided to head home. We told the poor people who lost their dog we were going to make one last loop and then go home. They were going to continue looking - they're probably still there now at 11:00.
So now I'm home. And I'm feeling both pissed at myself, because instead of walking him around the neighborhood, we gave the dog to the police, but mostly very, VERY pissed at that cop. The whole time we were searching everyone kept making comments about "why would that cop do that?" It's clear that it's his fault.
I decided very early on in this search how angry I am at him. What a pathetic excuse for a human being. People go to jail all the time for abandoning animals, and that's exactly what this cop did. Not only did he commit animal cruelty, but he failed on all fronts to do his job.
I'm going to fuck him over. There's no way in hell he's getting away with this. At the very least he needs to be suspended. If you ask me, he should lose his job and go to court, but because he's a police officer people are scared to do anything about it. Not me though. Oh no, not me. I am going to personally see that this piece of shit is brought to justice.
First thing in the morning, I'm going to call all the local newspapers, and I'm going to email them this story. Hopefully one of them will run it, so that the public can see what a POS we have working in our police system. I also want to file some kind of police report, but the thing is, the dispatcher already knows what happened and seems to think nothing of it.
Well, we're family friends with one cop, and know most of the others. He says that there's GPS installed in the police cars. My dad suggested that the cop might have "put the dog down" by just dropping the poor thing somewhere. Although that's a horrible idea, if he did do that we will be able to acquire physical evidence. Either way, this guy did NOT do his job, and DEFINITELY committed animal cruelty.
I'll be calling the papers and doing my best to give this guy a public hanging. Any other ideas?
