The Just Thought I'd Share Thread

[jaycee]

Originally Posted by Zombie

So I am staying with my foster parents for a few more weeks til my new house is ready. When I got down here, my foster dad's sister was living here, too, with her dog, Chloe. Chloe is the best dog ever, and the sister is basically useless, and also not nice to the dog. Yells at her all the time, makes her stay in the bedroom for no reason.

Sister meets some random skeezoid on the Internet about 2 months ago, and just leaves. For days at a time, at first, then weeks. Like, in the past 2 months, she's been home maybe 5 times, for 5 to 10 minutes each time, if that.

Which, hey - good, GTFO & stop stealing my cigarettes and annoying me.

But she left Chloe with us. Which is also fine, because we love Chloe. And there was a major change in Chloe's demeanor after the sister left. She's always been a good dog, but she's visibly much, much happier now - runs around and plays and acts goofy and is generally in a much better mental state.

Eventually the sister is saying, "Well, I don't know if I am moving out or not, but I can't take her with me if I do, because he doesn't like dogs," etc. Then she suggests maybe when I move out, I should take Chloe with me.

ABSOLUTELY. Chloe is wonderful with my kids, and a good watch dog, and just all around sweet. You don't find a dog like this just every day, you know? So I am more than happy to take her with me.

Thing is, for these two months the sister has been gone, she has not once bought dog food. Or even thanked us for taking care of her dog. Nothing.

And then all of a sudden, she shows up yesterday and says she's taking the puppy.

I was heartbroken, guys. I might have even cried a little (okay, a lot).

I mean, yes, she's technically not my dog, but I've been taking care of her for like 2 months now, and my daughter literally uses her as a pillow every night. She put her real pillow in the closet, because Chloe works better, she says.

So the sister takes the dog away, and we are all so sad panda, you have no idea.

BUT

This morning, my foster dad gets a text.

Apparently, she tried to take Chloe outside, but since the skeezoid has no fenced yard, she had to put Chloe on a leash.

And what did doggie do? She BOLTED as soon as her feets hit the pavement, and yanked the sister flat on her face. Busted out two of the sister's false teeth, scraped her face all up.

Annnnnnd now my dog's coming back home tomorrow.

Like, I am sorry (okay, not really) the sister got hurt, but clearly Chloe was not in the mood to be there. Sister always used to say Chloe could never go on a walk because she pulls on the leash too hard and tries to run away, but I've never had that problem. In fact, I can let the dog out without a leash on, and she will not run away, she just chills.

Hell, one of the kids accidentally left the back gate open once without realizing it, and I let the dogs into the backyard. A little while later, I walked past the front door to see Miss Chloe just sitting there, peering through the screen with her tongue hanging out, like, "Can I come back in?"

So I'm just sayin' that it sounds to ME like the dog knows where she wants to be.

Yay, doggie!

Zombie, Chloe was always your dog. So that was a most heartwarming outcome for you to get her back!
Incidentally, mum, David and I have had our cat Sooty for the past six years and he has also always been our cat - the neighbours that originally owned him (and imaginatively called him "Seyfer") would always leave him locked in the garage meowing endlessly... until we let him out and brought him into our unit one night when the neighbours were away for the weekend (yes, they effectively left him locked in the garage for the weekend). We had to put him back a little before they came home, but afterwards we were able to start letting him out more often when the neighbours were out. It got to the point that, when the neighbours moved out, they had to let Sooty out of the garage, and he immediately dashed into our backyard. They knocked on our door, but I wasn't home, and mum was in the shower. (She didn't make a special effort to get out.) They gave up... almost - they kept coming back for two weeks after their move, but we kept Sooty inside our house (better than a garage) for those two weeks, and they didn't bother knocking to check. We've officially owned Sooty since, and he's lived a generally happy life, except for this cat that's recently taken to beating him up from time to time, so we're always wary of that... mind, Sooty's a pretty naughty cat, and can be quite easily antagonised, probably due to mistreatment when he was a baby. Nonetheless, he's lovable!
Btw mum once saw the old neighbours when she was driving - it seems they've had a baby... one can only wonder how that child will grow up...