scattyme (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} scattyme) wrote,@ 2007-11-28 19:47:00 |
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Unexpected visit
When we went to the quarry house on Monday, we found it closed up as usual, but sitting to the right of the front door was a small, pale brown, humble-looking dog.
Tom said "oh, there's a dog here!" and we ambled gently towards it. It instantly turned tail and ran up the outside stairs. It had very short legs and couldn't run very efficiently, but it seemed to know what it was doing.
The door to the upstairs has a big hole in it - this house really is a wreck - and the dog went straight through the hole and inside. When we opened the door and had a look for it, we found that it had made a little nest for itself in some of our old clothes. It looked across the room at us with big brown soulful eyes.
The dog can't have been hanging around our house for long, since Tom had been there less than twenty-four hours before and there was no sign of it at that point. But it seemed throughly dejected and was shivering, though whether it was with hunger, cold or fear I couldn't say. We could see that it had a collar on, and we tried to get close enough to take a look, but the dog kept managing to dodge us. It abandoned its warm nest and ran around the room, humbly but determinedly, and then eventually back down the stairs again.
We finally cornered it in one of the rooms on the ground floor, and I grabbed the collar. The dog straight away began quivering even harder.
Thankfully the collar had a phone number on it. While we read off the number, the dog drooped its head and tail miserably and stared at the floor.
We didn't have a mobile with us, so we went to our neighbours' house to ask to use their phone, but they weren't at home. Finally we found people at home at the third house we tried, and they called the owner for us.
So we drove the dog over to that house in our car with it quivering on my knee the whole time. The dog's owner said he would come and collect it from there. He had been out hunting with this dog apparently and it had wandered off. Frankly, it did not exactly seem like the most ferocious hunting-dog I had ever seen.
So we handed the shivering bundle over to the neighbour, who took it into his house.
I can't help wondering if we humans knew what we were doing when we bred creatures who are capable of being that abject?
When we went to the quarry house on Monday, we found it closed up as usual, but sitting to the right of the front door was a small, pale brown, humble-looking dog.
Tom said "oh, there's a dog here!" and we ambled gently towards it. It instantly turned tail and ran up the outside stairs. It had very short legs and couldn't run very efficiently, but it seemed to know what it was doing.
The door to the upstairs has a big hole in it - this house really is a wreck - and the dog went straight through the hole and inside. When we opened the door and had a look for it, we found that it had made a little nest for itself in some of our old clothes. It looked across the room at us with big brown soulful eyes.
The dog can't have been hanging around our house for long, since Tom had been there less than twenty-four hours before and there was no sign of it at that point. But it seemed throughly dejected and was shivering, though whether it was with hunger, cold or fear I couldn't say. We could see that it had a collar on, and we tried to get close enough to take a look, but the dog kept managing to dodge us. It abandoned its warm nest and ran around the room, humbly but determinedly, and then eventually back down the stairs again.
We finally cornered it in one of the rooms on the ground floor, and I grabbed the collar. The dog straight away began quivering even harder.
Thankfully the collar had a phone number on it. While we read off the number, the dog drooped its head and tail miserably and stared at the floor.
We didn't have a mobile with us, so we went to our neighbours' house to ask to use their phone, but they weren't at home. Finally we found people at home at the third house we tried, and they called the owner for us.
So we drove the dog over to that house in our car with it quivering on my knee the whole time. The dog's owner said he would come and collect it from there. He had been out hunting with this dog apparently and it had wandered off. Frankly, it did not exactly seem like the most ferocious hunting-dog I had ever seen.
So we handed the shivering bundle over to the neighbour, who took it into his house.
I can't help wondering if we humans knew what we were doing when we bred creatures who are capable of being that abject?
