Sebbylite

This happened last weekend, and I’m still not sure exactly what to make of it. But I’ll tell you, and then you can decide.

Last Sunday, I was jarred out of sleep by someone knocking on my door at 6 am in the morning. Now I’m the type of person that believes that if someone wakes you up, then they can go to Hell. So I stayed in bed, and tried to calm down the dog, who was barking (as is his job). The problem was that they kept knocking on the door, and then they started pounding on the door. Finally, I got up and went over to look out the peephole in my door. There were two people outside my door, and I got there in time to hear “Well, just put’em in the laundry room.” The laundry room is next to my door, and is unlocked.

After this, they left, and I went back to sleep. When I woke up, I took my dog out for his morning walk. Being a little curious, I looked into the laundry room. Lo and behold, there was a dog staring up at me. WTF?

I took him out of the laundry room, and it was obvious that he was very scared. When I finally got him calmed down enough and trusting me, he let me look at his tags. It turns out that Sebastian (that’s the dog), had a phone number and a Pet ID tag. I called the number, and it was a cell phone that was turned off, so I left a message saying that I had that person’s dog, and when could they come get it? Then I called the Pet ID tag number, and they confirmed that I was close to where the person had registered the dog, but they couldn’t reach them either.

So I’m stuck with a strange dog on a Sunday morning, and I’m not too happy about leaving him alone in my apartment with my dog since I know nothing about him at all.

About an hour later, as I’m sitting at my computer doing some work (and hoping that the phone would ring), Sebastian starts twitching in the kitchen. When I get up to see what’s going on, it’s obvious that he is having some sort of seizure. He was on the ground twitching and jerking, shaking uncontrollably, frothing at the mouth, and pissing all over himself and my kitchen.

I don’t know if you have ever encountered a person or a dog having a seizure, but it isn’t a comfortable thing to watch. I had no idea what to do for the dog, and I felt horrible because there wasn’t anything that I could do. Finally, Sebastian stopped seizing, and came back to normal. By normal, I mean that he was now covered in urine and froth, and hanging out on my kitchen floor.

I took him outside and hosed him down (and also let my dog outside, since he was scared shitless of this whole event too). Then I went back inside to clean out my kitchen. You have to realize that I have a yard that is almost fully enclosed, and I have no problems with letting my dog out unsupervised. Evidently this wasn’t the case with Sebastian, because the next time I looked outside, he was gone. I walked around the block a couple of times, to no avail. As far as I knew, he may have been in the bushes next to my house, dead or dying, or he could have walked right up to his own house and walked in the dog door.

Now of course I run into a little dilemma. On one hand, the dog was obviously sick (or at least not healthy enough to be out on his own). On the other, he did piss all over my kitchen and scare the crap out of my dog. Do I search around the neighborhood more for a dog that I don’t really want to find? Or do I just let it go, and get on about my day? I did both. I walked around the block a few more times throughout the day when I was home, but never ran into him again.

I think that the worst part about this whole ordeal is that the woman never called me about her dog. WTF? What kind of dog owner doesn’t want to know where her dog is when it is missing? Or at the very least, she should have called to bitch me out for finding her dog and then letting him get away again. But nothing.

I think that there is a special place in Hell for those that neglect their pets, and she’ll be there for sure.