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Oh Fucking Canine Hell...
So for the last couple days I've been smelling something faintly odd in the side yard. I thought it was just that the compost needed turning.
Except, after we did that this morning, I went to water the potted plants. Specifically, the potted trees that line the fence between us and the park. Now, this fence is actually a doubled fence, two rows of cinderblocks with about a foot of space in between them. Our inner layer, which actually only runs along half the property, has periodic decorative bricks with cutouts that make them look like "XX". And out of one of these decorative bricks peeped tawny fur.
There is apparently a huge dead dog between the two fences. We have no idea where it came from, whose it is, or how the everlasting hell it got there. Wonderful Husband posits that maybe someone dumped it there from the park.
We have called Animal Control and they're going to send someone out to assess the situation. I did not peek over the fence; Wonderful Husband did, and he says he's just afraid that when they try to pull the dog out, it's not going to come in one piece....
So not what I needed on a Sunday. Putting this down as another reason we need to eventually get rid of that inner fence.
Except, after we did that this morning, I went to water the potted plants. Specifically, the potted trees that line the fence between us and the park. Now, this fence is actually a doubled fence, two rows of cinderblocks with about a foot of space in between them. Our inner layer, which actually only runs along half the property, has periodic decorative bricks with cutouts that make them look like "XX". And out of one of these decorative bricks peeped tawny fur.
There is apparently a huge dead dog between the two fences. We have no idea where it came from, whose it is, or how the everlasting hell it got there. Wonderful Husband posits that maybe someone dumped it there from the park.
We have called Animal Control and they're going to send someone out to assess the situation. I did not peek over the fence; Wonderful Husband did, and he says he's just afraid that when they try to pull the dog out, it's not going to come in one piece....
So not what I needed on a Sunday. Putting this down as another reason we need to eventually get rid of that inner fence.
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Either dumped, or possibly the poor thing was sick/injured/old and just got itself stuck back there and died on its own. Sad, either way. =/
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