This afternoon, my husband received a call at work from a co-worker. This guy found 7 puppies in the middle of the road. The puppies were all healthy and fat. It's highly unlikely that the puppies just materialized in the middle of the road. It would also be a stretch to theorize that the mother dog left her puppies there.
No. Someone took them there and then left them.
You might be inclined to say that the person who did this is a monster. It's certainly the easy answer. In fact, I believe the first thing I said after hearing this was "What kind of monster does this kind of thing?"
But, the thing is, I have 3 of those puppies here with me now (the co-worker had managed to find homes for 4 of them), and they have not been mistreated. These are happy, fat puppies who love people. They seek people out for love and play. These puppies have had positive interaction with humans. They've had love. They've had food. I wouldn't even say they'd been raised outside, as they're about the best mannered 6 week old pups I've ever come across.
So, if they were loved (and they were. I've spent my entire adult life studying and working with dogs and I know them. These puppies have experienced affection and a lot of it.), then how did they come to be sitting in the road, alone?
Someone (our monster) became overwhelmed and didn't know what to do with 7 puppies. They likely briefly considered all the humane options and decided that it was simply too much trouble. They reasoned that by placing them in the path of other humans, the puppies would most likely be picked up and cared for. And they were.
I wonder if they knew how close to a miracle it is that none of the puppies was run over. Or eaten by something larger (they were found on a country road and we have lots of predators larger than puppies in these parts). Do they know how bad (and short) these puppies' lives might have been?
How do you love something for 6 weeks and then leave it in the road?
Maybe our monster isn't a monster, but it's certainly not quite human.
I apologize for the lack of anything resembling funny in this post. I hope to be back with funny soon.
Oh! I have an idea! Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be very old. Everyone knows the elderly are easily amused. So, for my birthday, I think it would be lovely if I got jokes from you all. It'll brighten my day, and the day of those who read here. So, if you're of a mind to, please leave a joke (short, long, clean, dirty...just send em!) in the comments section tomorrow. I might even think of a prize for the best joke!
Before I go (and at the risk of channeling Bob Barker) please get your pets spayed or neutered!
at the risk of channeling contrary's rage through a computer modem, phone line, computer modem and to my monitor, what do you say to a woman who is turniing @#? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: raggedyandy | January 30, 2006 at 08:29 PM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! your not elderly yet but your getting there.Really I don't think you'll ever be old,your too CONTARY!!
This is what its like to get old, I have maybe hundreds of really funny jokes in my head somewhere, but I CRS!! Love ya much,have a great Birthday.
Posted by: pmatwork | January 31, 2006 at 06:49 AM
It's fun trying to type with a sleeping Pile O' Puppies on your feet.
Speaking of jokes, did I tell you the one about the lady who got old?
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What, you want me to tell it again?
Happy birthday, my love! *smooooch*
Posted by: Pookie | January 31, 2006 at 09:48 AM
joke:
Bob bought a $1000 rooster (named "Kenny") at the Farmer's Market. The man selling Kenny assured Bob that Kenny could "service" as many hens as Bob could provide. Money back guarantee! Bob takes Kenny the rooster home... sure enough.. Kenny services ALL the hens in Bob's chicken house. Poor Kenny is tuckered out, so Bob says "Kenny... be careful.. you're gonna screw yourself to death!". That evening Bob is eating supper and hears a ruckus outside,... he goes out there and Kenny has gotten loose and chased down all the pheasants in the nearby field... "servicing" them to the point of exhaustion... Bob says..."Kenny... be careful.. you're gonna screw yourself to death!". Bob locks Kenny up once again...Bob himself tired from chasing the virile rooster. The next morning, Bob looks out the window at breakfast... There lays Kenny.. with buzzards circling overhead. Bob runs to the rooster... "Damn it Kenny, I warned you, you done gone and screwed yourself TO DEATH!" Kenny raises one eyelid, looks at Bob, says,"Shhhhhhhh... they're gettin' closer". :) My favorite joke. Happy, Happy Birthday.
Posted by: jojothedogfacegirl | January 31, 2006 at 06:21 PM