Desperate Dog. Please help!
Does anybody out there know what I can do? Any and all advice will be put into action immediately. In the alleyway behind our house there is a dog. She is owned by a man in the street behind us and has been placed in the alley as a guard dog. Although she has shelter, food, water and shade she has no contact with people or animals. That is her life. And she cries all the time.
I have had the SPCA inspector out here on at least three occasions, but because there is no sign of abuse or neglect on the dog there is nothing that they can do. DARG, TEARS and pro-life animal rescue can’t help at all; they are by law not allowed to have inspectors working for them because of their pro-life policy. Everybody has suggested that I wait for the municipal bylaws to change and then I can complain about a noise disturbance to the police. That is hardly the point. I am also feeling desperate in my helplessness. I have no access to the dog since our back door into the alley is sealed shut and our walls are very high. All I hear is her constant, sad crying. It is unbearable and heartbreaking. Please tell me what to do.
Oh, I forgot to add that this man who owns her is an absolutely aggressive, mean, nasty piece of work and is totally unapproachable. Everybody is scared of him. He has a reputation for being a gangster and for taking revenge on those who complain.
The Wonderful Wiggle-Waggle Walk-a-thon
At about 8.50 yesterday morning Big Friendly, Bayla, Gally and I joined the masses of two and four legged walkers in Tokai for 567 Cape Talk and SPCA’s little 4.5km stroll through the neighbourhood to raise money for the SPCA. Omigod!
I have never, ever seen so many dogs of every shape, size and description, alongside people of every shape, age and description. Manic Huskies dragged their owners along on short leashes. Yappy Jack Russels went round and round in circles. A few, more timid brakkies panted and stood behind legs. Dalmatians, Alsatians, Golden Retrievers, Pekes and Poms, Scotties, Schnauzers, sausage dogs. There were dogs in bows and dogs in dresses, dogs in bandanas and sparkling bejewelled collars. And there was a lot of dog poop.
When Soli started the walk and we all charged past the starting line Big Friendly and Gally looked a little panicked. It was all too much for them. But soon it settled down and we stomped from watering hole to watering hole, stopping off for sniffing, peeing and checking out moments in the shade, for spray offs from hoses, and little runner blue plastic water for people.
Before an hour was up the whole thing was done and we were making our way back to the car. All four of us had the best time. We’ll be back next year!
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