I went out to lunch (for the second time) with the police officer that helped me find Dottie. When I came home, I noticed a big van on my driveway with the shelter name on it. A man was just getting out and asked me if this was my house, and obviously, I said yes.
He told me someone had filed a complaint about my dogs.
My dogs are kept on leashes at all times, and I told him one had even gotten stolen the other day. He gave me the 'stop talking cause I'm about to speak' look, and I started to get scared.
The man said I owned various aggresive dogs and wolf-hybrids and said he wanted to come inside. I let him in and instantly he had a nice big rottweiler come up to him, look at him, sniff his knee and walk off. He wrote something down, but I think he thought Dawson was going to eat him when he first saw him, because Dawson is big and he's a rottweiler and you know all rottweilers are man-eating and vicious. (sarcasm if you can't tell :lol-sign: )
He walked around my house and saw Jack. He asked me for his registered papers etc.. to prove he wasn't a wolf hybrid. I gave him the puppy mill rescue papers and the shelter papers, and he read through them.
Anyway, he kept looking my dogs over and over again, especially Dawson. He asked if he could feed the dogs, and I told them no because they were on very strict diets and had already been fed today. He gave me an evil look and wrote it down. (The guy was starting to scare me - was he going to take me and my mom's dogs away?)
Then my door knocks and my aunt Carolina walks in. Dawson freaks and leaps up (which is weird because Dawson never jumps up, he's a rather calm dog), he probably missed her alot. The guy starts dancing in circles screaming : OMG THE DOG IS ATTACKING HER THE DOG IS ATTACKING OMG OMG OMG WTF OMG HELP! Anyway, while my aunt Carolina is down eye-to-eye greeting Dawson and my mom's other dogs, the guy is having a freak attack.
At that point I asked him to leave because he was giving my niece a headache. He simply stared at me and left.
I got realy annoyed with him. But who would call saying I have vicious dogs and wolf hybrids and stuff?
He told me someone had filed a complaint about my dogs.
My dogs are kept on leashes at all times, and I told him one had even gotten stolen the other day. He gave me the 'stop talking cause I'm about to speak' look, and I started to get scared.
The man said I owned various aggresive dogs and wolf-hybrids and said he wanted to come inside. I let him in and instantly he had a nice big rottweiler come up to him, look at him, sniff his knee and walk off. He wrote something down, but I think he thought Dawson was going to eat him when he first saw him, because Dawson is big and he's a rottweiler and you know all rottweilers are man-eating and vicious. (sarcasm if you can't tell :lol-sign: )
He walked around my house and saw Jack. He asked me for his registered papers etc.. to prove he wasn't a wolf hybrid. I gave him the puppy mill rescue papers and the shelter papers, and he read through them.
Anyway, he kept looking my dogs over and over again, especially Dawson. He asked if he could feed the dogs, and I told them no because they were on very strict diets and had already been fed today. He gave me an evil look and wrote it down. (The guy was starting to scare me - was he going to take me and my mom's dogs away?)
Then my door knocks and my aunt Carolina walks in. Dawson freaks and leaps up (which is weird because Dawson never jumps up, he's a rather calm dog), he probably missed her alot. The guy starts dancing in circles screaming : OMG THE DOG IS ATTACKING HER THE DOG IS ATTACKING OMG OMG OMG WTF OMG HELP! Anyway, while my aunt Carolina is down eye-to-eye greeting Dawson and my mom's other dogs, the guy is having a freak attack.
At that point I asked him to leave because he was giving my niece a headache. He simply stared at me and left.
I got realy annoyed with him. But who would call saying I have vicious dogs and wolf hybrids and stuff?