Sunday, May 25, 2008

drama, trauma, DISTURBING POST!

well, no pics in this post... and soon you'll know why...

for some obscure reason, some wonderful person left a box in my carport. Inside the box is a yellow towel wrapped around something, and the something proved to be a dead dog.

I have no idea what they were thinking, I have no idea what possessed them to drop it here, but it has been an experience I do not care to repeat.

So, aproximately 7 PM, we call the cops.

the dispatcher says that animal control will not be working this weekend... so to put it in the trash. Due to the holiday, we do not have a trash pick-up till Thursday. Police dispatcher says put it in a dumpster. No Dumpster here. Nearest Dumpster is in an apartment complex, behind security gates... no help from police dispatcher.

Poor deceased beast is already developing an insect issue... so I get those thick lawn bags and double bag it.

About 9 PM we call a 24 hour vet, thinking they may know where and how this can be disposed of... no, we don't have anyplace to bury it. No, there is no dumpster. They give us a number to the 24 hour animal control hotline.

9;30 PM, animal control hotline has no answer. (it's memorial day weekend remember?)

9:45 PM call the cops again. They inform us that they will definitely have an officer there within an hour.

12:30 AM Cops bang on my door.

12:45 AM Cops leave, telling me they will definitely get a call in to animal control.

12.55 AM Cops call me, tell me they have put in a report, but that Animal Control will probably not be able to get here before Tuesday, as they probably aren't working. But, if the animal in question is under 20 lbs, I am allowed to dispose of it myself (hint, hint, nudge, nudge...)

1.15 AM, I am driving around with deceased animal in the back of my pickup truck, then putting said animal in the dumpster at the car wash 3 miles from my house.

1:30 AM, I am back home, drinking vodka and vowing that if anybody ever asks, that thing weighed less than 20 pounds.... and racking my brain to remember everything I ever knew about voodoo, because whoever dumped that poor animal in my carport must pay!

Now, do you see why there are no pics in this post?

Sorry, truly disgusting post, but I had to get this off my chest.


  1. Yikes! What a day for you.

    Occasionally I find dead birds and mice in my garden and since I can't bear to touch them, my husband gets them into a wrapper and I just dig a hole in my yard and bury them as I don't want them in my garbage container.

    I think I'd be thinking voodoo myself, considering the type of jerk who would leave the dog at your place!

  2. Oh, how sad that the dog was dead, and how sad that someone would just leave it at your house! OMG! Freaks!
    What an ordeal. I would have to get something like that off my chest too!

  3. I think you made the correct decision leaving this post up. Not that it's the sort of thing that might happen to all of us, but it's the sort of thing that might happen so some of us. You dealt with it responsibly and with compassion. Hopefully, you administered the correct dose of vodka.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog to explain the cactus flower. I intend to go by there tonight to see if it is nocturnal. It just seemed so asymmetrically odd, but that's nature for you.

    Be well.