I got a call from a woman on Thursday evening telling me that my dog, Zeus, almost got hit by a car. I was confused & shocked – I didn’t even know he ran away to begin with. As you can imagine, I was trying to comprehend all of the tiny details within a two-minute phone call with a lady who I didn’t even know & who called from a blocked number. While I was still trying to connect the dots, she rudely told me that “I didn’t seem concerned” & that she was going to take him to the dog pound. Oh, & to make matters even better, she hung up on me before I could get any kind of information from her. My boyfriend, a friend & I spent the next few hours knocking door to door at 9 o’clock at night on the street where that rude lady allegedly found Zeus asking if anyone knew any kind of information about a lost dog. The next day, with 30 lost dog fliers in hand, we set out on a mission to find baby Zeus. Luckily, we got a tip from the mailman that he saw Zeus tied up in front of someone’s house a few blocks away. We walked to the house, knocked for twenty minutes, awaiting some sign that Zeus was there .. to no avail. We asked a neighbor if they knew anything about Zeus’ whereabouts & he said that the bitches who weren’t answering their door had Zeus. Oh, & get this: the neighbor said they were home.
So I waited for what seemed like hours, & finally, someone came out with my baby Zeus. Let me tell ya, I was pissed to see that they had put a different collar on him – confirming the fact that they had no intentions of giving him back. “Hey, you have my dog,” I exclaimed. I called Zeus over.
As you can see, Zeus is nestled safely in my arms enjoyin’ a happy ending.