So, we have all read about my wonderful relationship with Animal Control here in Williamson County. Well, the saga continues ....
Yesterday, I opened my front door to go check my mail and pick up my neighbor's mail (they're on vacation). When I opened the door, a large, beefy boxer (the animal, not the athlete) was sitting on my front porch looking at me. I didn't scream (after all, it wasn't a possum *grin*), but I did catch my breath and slam the door shut again. An hour later, the boxer was still, for some unknown reason, sitting on my front porch. So, call #2 this week to Animal Control.
Me: "A boxer has been sitting on my front porch for the past hour."
Animal Control: "Is he vicious?"
Me: "Maybe. I'm not about to go find out."
Animal Control: "Does he have a collar on?"
Me: "No." (Thinking, "But even if he did, I'm not going to try to go read it!")
So, they got my address and said they would dispatch someone. I thanked them, but I was thinking, "You will send out a truck for a possibly vicious dog, but not for a definitely-vicious-and-maybe-even-rabid possum in my trash can?"
After another half hour, Animal Control still had not shown up, and Big Daddy had begun tossing quesadillas out the front door for the boxer to eat. He eventually wandered away, and Animal Control showed up on my front porch with a leash 10 minutes later.
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