Very early Saturday morning I woke up to a women sweetly calling out "Leo! Here Leo!" She must have walked by my apartment at least 4 times. In my foggy half-sleep I was very confused, but now it makes sense. So sad.
No tags, huh? How many police resources are being devoted to this unlicensed animal? I assume that if the police do find it, they'll take it straight to the pound. Dog owners, I swear.
How exactly did Leo "go missing" from outside the NW Actor's Studio? Sounds some asshat of an owner tied him up outside said location while they went about their business. Seems to me that if said asshat owner truely cared about Leo they wouldn't abuse him in this manner.
Does this dog have a micro-chip? Is that why there are no tags? I know that my cat has her micro-chip, and she doesn't ever leave the house...
Lost animals make me sad. Lost animals without either tags or micro-chips make me sad and angry.
I sincerely hope they find their sweet pup and immediately tag him in some way shape or form.
You guys know that you can't use microchips to locate your animal, right? Only if the animal just happens to be scanned (at, say, the humane society) will the chip be useful.
Dumbass dog owners...
Perhaps Leo got tired of getting walked once a day and being cooped up in a shitty little capital hill apartment and flew the coop. I think dogs would rather eat their own crap that get treated like human children by these self-absorbed urban pet owners.
Of course you can't track microchips, but if the dog ends up at a pound, then he can be ID'd. There is a higher likelihood of him being found.
Leo got taken by a homeless guy named Harold. Which is fucking uncool. Read the post!
Dogs, even Seattle urban-dwelling dogs (who get walked TWICE a day, thank you), love life because they can't overthink.
Many years ago, I was sitting in a window seat at Hana in Belltown and watched a guy come up and start to untie my dog (who with his little brother, goes running in the woods with me on average of 2-3 times per week, you asshats John and ecce homo). The very concept seemed unimaginable to me at the time (it was also great fun having someone call you a "rich bitch" while you try to retrieve your almost-stolen dog from them--I may be a bitch for wanting my dog back, but rich? That's, well, rich). Here's hoping Leo gets home soon (and his owners get some tags on him for chrissake).
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