When I was in elementary school there was a way we could walk home that took us behind the community center in Navy Housing and over a little creek. There were several days that we would get to the bridge that went over the creek and find frog bodies without legs and then tossed off to the side were a bunch of frog legs. This devastated me!
Why the walk down memory lane you ask?
Today on the way back from lunch a subject about such things came up. Gruesome, I know. It started by a co-worker saying she recently hit a poor, helpless bunny rabbit on her way out of her subdivision one early morning. Which in turn reminded me of hitting a bunny in Canada while with some friends only to have a friend coldly say "That's okay - I here there is an over abundance of them anyway." This recollection brought us to frogs! Co-worker said when she lived in SC she was mowing the lawn one day and ran over a frog with the mower and chopped off one of his legs...Now, before I proceed I have a question.
If you ran over a frog with your lawn mower what would you do?
(1) Say: "It's okay, the leg will grow back."
(2) Run over it with the lawn mower again.
(3) Stomp it to death.
My answer was (1) because when I encountered those frogs on my way home from school I am 100% sure that someone told me that the legs would grow back. Hindsight being 20/20 (and the comments of my 2 co-workers riding in the car with me at lunch) lead me to believe that this comment was a mechanism used to control an upset little girl who had just seen a bunch of mutlilated frogs!
The correct answer in this instance is - (3) stomp it to death! That's what my co-worker did to put it out of his misery. I think I lived a better life thinking their legs would grow back! Darn reality - it will bite you in the ass every time!
Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Not so Great Animal Stories...
I have been wanting to post about one animal issue for a few weeks now...one night in my class my instructor told us about a story involving her son's dog. Apparently over the weekend her son's dog, a beautiful full-bred Rotty, had gotten out of the yard and the neighbor called Animal Control. Normally I would consider this the "responsible" thing to do, but only if the animal seemed to be bothersome or terrorizing people. By the time Animal Control showed up the dog was in his own backyard and things seemed fine, but AC said they still had to take the dog. They mentioned something about keeping the dog and the owner picking him up with a specified number of days. Well...on Tuesday he went to pick up the dog and was told he had been put down because he was growling and uneasy when they tried to get him out of the truck at the precinct. Hmmm...here's a thought - a dog is surrounded by strangers - of course he is uneasy! I can't believe they put him down. I, personally, have my suspicions about what happened to the dog. And I can't help but wonder if someone took the dog because he was pure-bred.
Now...with regard to calling AC I had my own run in with them a couple of times during the past couple of months. First, I was driving to work one rainy morning when I saw a mother dog from up the street and her 5 puppies walking in the road and following a stranger on her way to the bus stop. The puppies wouldn't stop following her...so I tried to catch them all and take them back to where they belong. I took them to the wrong house, but the owner knew where they belonged so we went across the street. No one was answering the door and I had to get to work so I left them with the neighbor and called AC. I called them because I was worried about the puppies and the fact no one was answering the door. It's too dangerous for puppies to be loose in the road. I am not sure about what happened after my call. But then, a few weeks later I saw the mother and one puppy sleeping in the yard of a neighbors house which means the dogs were loose again. And then my mother saw them loose one morning and sent them away. Why don't people keep watch over their pets?
The next day after my mother sent them away she heard a racket down near the pond where our ducks live...she didn't think much of it at the time. The next day I went to feed them and found them to have missing feathers and one was limping and wouldn't quack. I was so upset. I instantly had to call Animal Control. The next day they stopped by the house to ask what happened. I explained it to the guy but was told that because they are ducks they don't fall under the same circumstances as if they were someone's cat or dog. WHAT?? I love these ducks! Are you kidding?
Anyway, the good news is their feathers are coming back and they are both happily quacking again and the limp is getting better. If this had happened on Animal Planet someone would have gotten a ticket! And, someone would have taken care of my ducks.
Now...with regard to calling AC I had my own run in with them a couple of times during the past couple of months. First, I was driving to work one rainy morning when I saw a mother dog from up the street and her 5 puppies walking in the road and following a stranger on her way to the bus stop. The puppies wouldn't stop following her...so I tried to catch them all and take them back to where they belong. I took them to the wrong house, but the owner knew where they belonged so we went across the street. No one was answering the door and I had to get to work so I left them with the neighbor and called AC. I called them because I was worried about the puppies and the fact no one was answering the door. It's too dangerous for puppies to be loose in the road. I am not sure about what happened after my call. But then, a few weeks later I saw the mother and one puppy sleeping in the yard of a neighbors house which means the dogs were loose again. And then my mother saw them loose one morning and sent them away. Why don't people keep watch over their pets?
The next day after my mother sent them away she heard a racket down near the pond where our ducks live...she didn't think much of it at the time. The next day I went to feed them and found them to have missing feathers and one was limping and wouldn't quack. I was so upset. I instantly had to call Animal Control. The next day they stopped by the house to ask what happened. I explained it to the guy but was told that because they are ducks they don't fall under the same circumstances as if they were someone's cat or dog. WHAT?? I love these ducks! Are you kidding?
Anyway, the good news is their feathers are coming back and they are both happily quacking again and the limp is getting better. If this had happened on Animal Planet someone would have gotten a ticket! And, someone would have taken care of my ducks.
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