Yes, I wanted to do that. "Oh, your dog? Yeah, she was here.. wandered off a while ago, we haven't seen her since.." But I was specifically ordered not to. My mother always knows exactly what I'm thinking.
My parents are so honorable.. it hasn't seemed to rub off yet. He owner picked her up last night.
She seemed happy to see him, but nowhere near what she was to us.
And you guys are right. She was unbelievably happy. All she could do was wag her tail and smile. And, she was terrified we'd kick her off the couch.. I don't get the feeling she's allowed on comfy things a lot.
But you know what? What would you guys choose, if you were her? A house with three footwarmers the humans euphemistically call "cats," unlimited couch/cushion/bed time, never get hit over the head for doing something wrong, your own crate, good food, lots of things to chew on, daily walks, no being banished to the outside, and humans who haven't gone on a real vacation in three years who just are not likely to leave you alone for a week? Being groomed every day, getting clean and bathed, vet atention for your health problems... or a garage and some kibble dumped in a bowl and allowed to roam the neighborhood at night, in the cold, etc? She was so desperate for attention last fall, that she wagged her tail and happily wriggled her butt while Lizzey used the tweezers to pull loads of ticks off of her, from around her eyes and inside her ears, between her paws.
When a dog is on cloud nine because human hands are just touching her, even when they're pulling TICKS out of her skin... that is just wrong.
My bet is that her owners aren't going to call me back, and just conveniently forget. *shrug* That's basically how they've operated in the past with me, and a few of the other neighbors. I'll just mention it every time I see them.
