Dogs, BOLFSBO

Originally published at Notes from the bunker…. You can comment here or there.

It’s an interesting disparity of compassion that when some homeless guy asks me for change I either ignore him or ask him why, if he has two good arms and legs, why he doesnt have a job and maybe take some initiative in his life; yet when a doggie shows up on my steps, looking lost and hurt, I’ll bring my life to a complete halt and work the phones for hours to get him back to his home.

We were minding our own business when Nuke suddenly started acting nuts. Looked outside and there was the most pathetic looking little dog sitting on our steps. One of his legs was shaved and had a couple bolts and a steel rod bolted to it. Poor little guy. We called the number on his tags and got voicemails. The owner finally called and came by to pick him up. Turns out he lives a block down the street. Poor little guy. Last thing he needed was a big lug like Nuke knocking him around so I kept the newcomer (“Arlo”) in the yard until the owner got him. Poor guy.

Made me want to go into the house and hug on my dog for a while.
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Someone pointed this out to me. Its a piece of property for sale on Craigslist that, if you read all the features, looks like it was someones BOL. Sounds nice except for the trailer home. I dont care how nice, modern and cozy they are….you can fill it with hookers and cocaine and it still aint worth $75k.