Well, Thor is having trouble.
Thor’s real name is something very like Tinker Bell, and she has still not been claimed by her former owners. We suspect this has something to do with the $1500 worth of veterinary care she needs; her teeth, gums, and claws are in bad condition.
She also has a tattoo. Why the hell does this dog have a tattoo? Is this dog in some kind of secret masonic order of tiny dogs who are plotting to take over the world? Is this dog a biker dog? Should we be nervous as our neighborhood transforms into some sort of canine ’hood where rival gangs of chihuahuas and terriers roam the streets causing chaos and drive-by yappings? What on Earth would possess somebody to get their dog a tattoo? Themselves it’s okay; it’s their body. But a pet? And a fur-covered one, at that?
It was a bit of a relief that they haven’t called. Mrs. Down-the-Street was willing to take her in to hang out with her own Maltese, who was good buddies with Thor, who seemed happier than she’d ever been. She seemed to have fallen onto serendipity as she goes through rehab for her errant ways.
Then the Maltese tried to take a bite out of her.
So now, Mrs. Down-the-Street is having a whole new set of problems. She is going door-to-door, demanding to know if anybody wants a fixer-upper dog. There is the possibility of another neighbor’s hairdresser taking it, but it’s uncertain. And Thor is, well, back to her rather sad story of getting rejected by pets and people alike. And while I don’t really like small dogs, that is not a fate I wish upon the poor dear.
We’d better find something, fast.
