I hate being the one that has to "do the right thing" The dog that I told you about, that didn't return the leash, was back today. HE wants to live at my house.They all want to live at my house. He stays out right in front of my door. WHen I saw him I stepped out (of course he doesn't have the reflective collar on him that I gave them) i had a leash but nothing to hook it to. I asked Bronwyn (my son's girlfriend) to hand me out Vics collar. She opened the door an inch and of course Mary and Vic forced their way through. I have slobbering snarling snapping dog by the scruff with both hands. I lift him up until he is on his tippy toes and yelled at my dogs to get in the house. Of course they didn't. Mary isn't about to, her hackles are up and she is gonna get that dog away from me...Vic is charged and jumping everywhere. I holllared at Bronwyn to put them in the car and somehow she manage to do so. I put the dog down and took him in my house. Letting my idiots sit in the car and think about what they did!!!!! So I take the leash, and the collar, and walk this very pretty, very nice lab back to the awful people. Man answers the door and I told him we need to talk. I told him what happened. Told him we could have had vet bills and medical bills too if I got bit. Told him that they have got to control their dog 15 minutes later the dog is on my porch. I had to call animal control. I had no choice. I don't care that it was the right thing to do. I am not beating myself up about it. I am very sad about the very nice lab that got the terrible people in life. I know that she has about a nil chance of being adopted out of the raytown pound. There are too many black dogs there. She was so scared in the box that she was drooling. I feel like hell. I just hate this. Especially knowing the two toddlers that were at the door without a stitch of clothing on (the temp today is in the 30's) wearing diapers that have balooned out and yellow. Know what that is about too. I even sat outside with the dog in my car for 30 minutes. I didn't want him top tear the car up either. She was a very, very nice dog. Officer took her away. Why do I have to be the one over and over again to Do the right thing. Why can't i look away like everybody else does. I have spent my life taking care of people.Children others and mine, animals, the same, the elderly in a nursing home, the drug and alcohol addicted veterans, and finally the profoundly handicapped mostly mental. I have seen enough that if I don't ever see another case of abuse I would get down and kiss the ground. How the dog gods must weep each time they look down. Sorry for such a depressing story, thanks for reading. You all help keep me optimistic about this dismal ol world. ps last time I broke up a dog fight I got 20+ stitches in my hand. If you don't know how to break one up for god sake's don't put your hands in the middle of it.