This is to the loving mother cou(BITCH!)gh to Ronen, a sparky Russian Terrier I met after work today standing on the sidewalk on Young Ave. After 30 minutes wrangling both him (4 feet tall) and my own dog (1 ft?) I tried calling you, your vet, knocking on your neighbors door (in this Halifax wind no less) all while stepping through mud... All this, only to have you slam the door in my face without so much as a thank-you.
I understand that a stranger in your yard can be unnerving so I understood at the time, but maybe you could have returned the voice mails I left clearly stating my number, to give me some closure and maybe say... oh... I don't know, thanks for not leaving my dog in the street to get hit? (something along those lines).
If anyone see's a black Claudsdale on Young Ave, don't worry, it's all taken care of, his loving mother is inside not answering her fucking phone.—BeastWrangler