Canine-1-1

I made good on my threat.

After work tonight, I met my peeps for dinner, an early celebration for the college kid’s birthday on Wednesday (more on that later).

I had stopped at the Big & Normous bookstore and that’s when I saw the poor thing, a small shaggy dog locked inside a vehicle outside the store. My car gauge registered an outside temp of about 90º F, so the interior temp of the little black truck had to be close to 100º. 

I was so angry, I started shaking. A couple of doors down in the walking mall was a pet boutique. I had met the store owner before and thought she would be sympathetic. She loaned me her phone and between the two of us, we were finally able to reach the proper authorities. 

That’s right, I called 911 and reported a dog in distress, a possible case of animal cruelty.

A very nice Deputy G met me outside the bookstore and promised to find the dog’s owner. I left him my name and phone number ~ none of that candy ass anonymous shit. I was pissed and wanted to make a statement. (Just so you know, I’ve also called the police when I found two infants inside an unattended car.)

Before the deputy arrived, I estimate the dog had been inside that hot car, windows down only about three inches, for more than 20 minutes. We know what can happen in that short period of time.

I have the deputy’s business card. He said I could check with him later to find out if the dog was okay. Hopefully the incident made an impression on the dog’s owner. And, hopefully that poor dog will survive it’s owner.