I think I have to move. I really like to just get along, but animals in distress bother me. Dogs in distress bother me a lot. Saturday I trespassed to water a dog leashed to a tree in my neighbor's front yard. To be clear, it was a pit bull puppy, leash wrapped and wrapped and wrapped around the tree, panting like nobody's business in the 98 degree heat at noon, and he'd turned over his tiny water dish. I couldn't ignore it.
All the way to Wal Mart and all the way back, I prayed, hoped, and wished that my neighbor had just stepped out and that she'd be back and puppy would be inside when I got back. He wasn't.
So...I took one of my matching set of storage dishes, courtesy of Country Crock, filled it with ice and water and took it over. Puppy was very glad to see me and thirsty. And I made myself leave and not return all afternoon. I did stand at the window quite a bit to check the uprightness of the water and to see if she'd come home, particularly when the storm of the century blew in.
As it's the first house in the subdivision, I had to be stealthy to escape unnoticed, but I think I might have managed it. I move like a really big, really slow cheetah when I need to.
Oh, and the neighbor...I really don't think I want to start anything, but I feel like that puppy's going to be in similar distress soon. I have the burning urge to lecture. Or rescue. And this is in direct opposition to my normal urge to mind my own business. Who knows if I can control it?
Please send mail if they put me in the big house, OK?