No, it's not really the best news, otherwise this post would be complete gibberish--you guys must know me well enough by now. 
Not the absolute worst news, either. But still not terribly good.
I went over there today while the girls were gone, asked to come in and talk with them. Money was definitely a big "KA-CHING!" in the grandpa's (lets call him Bob) eyes. However, they insisted he was Dorothy's dog. I replied that the adoption fee would have to go to her, then. Bob's wife (we're calling her Kate) decided to duck in and rebuke me for "putting ideas into Dorothy's head" about the treatment of Midnight.. or "that dog." And told me basically that he was her dog, and she would never decide to give him to me. We'll see. And if she doesn't, we have other options, as he's being kept there illegally. (No tags, no vaccinations--only a rabies that has got to be at it's expiration date.) I managed to make Dorothy cry again, talking to her about him and telling her my offer. *sigh* Why is not common sense that if you're crying over the mistreatment of the dog, he needs a better home?
My last ditch resort, if Dorothy says no, is that we call animal control on them, and get him into the shelter ASAP where they can hold him for several days and I can legally adopt him. I'm just afraid.. something might happen with that. But it's probably the best option, in any case. As soon as his tags are made out in my name, though, they can't do a thing about it. I just.. uhm.. don't want to steal him and do that. As it is we're not going to be on speaking terms with them, I don't want to cause the rift of the whole neighborhood. Then I can add to my title of "Puppy-Drowner Extraordinaire" something like "Dog-Stealer." I told you all about the puppy-drowning incident, right? It's a hoot.
I'm going to take a leaf out of Tosca's book and bite my foot now.
Not the absolute worst news, either. But still not terribly good.
I went over there today while the girls were gone, asked to come in and talk with them. Money was definitely a big "KA-CHING!" in the grandpa's (lets call him Bob) eyes. However, they insisted he was Dorothy's dog. I replied that the adoption fee would have to go to her, then. Bob's wife (we're calling her Kate) decided to duck in and rebuke me for "putting ideas into Dorothy's head" about the treatment of Midnight.. or "that dog."
And told me basically that he was her dog, and she would never decide to give him to me. We'll see. And if she doesn't, we have other options, as he's being kept there illegally. (No tags, no vaccinations--only a rabies that has got to be at it's expiration date.) I managed to make Dorothy cry again, talking to her about him and telling her my offer. *sigh* Why is not common sense that if you're crying over the mistreatment of the dog, he needs a better home?My last ditch resort, if Dorothy says no, is that we call animal control on them, and get him into the shelter ASAP where they can hold him for several days and I can legally adopt him. I'm just afraid.. something might happen with that.
But it's probably the best option, in any case. As soon as his tags are made out in my name, though, they can't do a thing about it. I just.. uhm.. don't want to steal him and do that. As it is we're not going to be on speaking terms with them, I don't want to cause the rift of the whole neighborhood. Then I can add to my title of "Puppy-Drowner Extraordinaire" something like "Dog-Stealer." I told you all about the puppy-drowning incident, right? It's a hoot.I'm going to take a leaf out of Tosca's book and bite my foot now.
