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I’ve been told that the house across the street from me had been vacant for nearly 30 of its 40 year existence with the exception of the occupancy of various relatives of the property’s owner.
Last summer, the home’s latest occupant came to be a woman of 38 with a child of 13 who had left their life behind on the West Coast for a safer one away from the abusive husband/father. The mother, a writer and the child a in a gymnast training program a few towns west of here live a seemingly quiet and somewhat reclusive lifestyle.
Late May, early June a puppy whom I like to refer to as Frank (MIB II), appeared leashed up on the side door stoop one day. A cute little pug, somewhat of a yapper was often left unattended for many hours on this stoop bidding his time outdoors, while his mommy wrote, smoked, waited tables at the local dive and brought her daughter to and from her gymnastic class.
I knew he was outside by 7am when he started his yapping at the great outdoors while the mother and daughter would leave as they did many mornings during the week to travel through the brutal summer traffic for gymnastics class – several town west of here.
Frank liked his stoop and he also seemed to enjoy watching the chipmunks, squirrels and bunnies living around him and many times when tried to get down from his stoop he’d nearly strangle himself on his 4-foot leash. Frank didn’t get the concept of stairs – he liked to take a leap off the side and hang himself of the railing.
Frank had a large audience of neighbors that took it upon themselves to rescue Frank from his hanging predicament. His mommy never noticed that the short leash on a high stoop to be a problem.
It became habit to check for Frank while driving by on my way to work and to look for him again once I had returned home. Frank was very good a babysitting himself while he entertained himself alone, outside on his stoop with a leash that was too short.
The summer spent her days quickly like a child with a pocket full of quarters and the seasons changed to welcome cooler air and drizzling rain.
Frank didn’t seem to mind the rain, while he entertained himself alone, outside on his stoop with a leash that was too short and yet he was a lucky dog to have his very one stoop with a sheltering overhang.
I wondered why a person would get a puppy to only leave him outside alone to entertain himself on his stoop with a leash that was so short.
Frank’s audience, his fans, would often buy him toys to play with while he spent his days alone on his stoop, squeaky toys to rope toys and stuffed animal toys.
Frank stayed out late – later than I like to stay out – young pups always think they can do it all.
Animal Control stopped by to see Frank this past Monday he seems to have acquired quite the fan club during his stay outside on his stoop with a leash that was too short.
On Tuesday Frank acquired a long lead between two trees and a very long leash. He looked pretty excited about it but really how could one tell this sort of thing. But now without his stoop he had no overhang to protect him from the rain.
On Wednesday, in the AM, Frank was reported stolen.
Last summer, the home’s latest occupant came to be a woman of 38 with a child of 13 who had left their life behind on the West Coast for a safer one away from the abusive husband/father. The mother, a writer and the child a in a gymnast training program a few towns west of here live a seemingly quiet and somewhat reclusive lifestyle.
Late May, early June a puppy whom I like to refer to as Frank (MIB II), appeared leashed up on the side door stoop one day. A cute little pug, somewhat of a yapper was often left unattended for many hours on this stoop bidding his time outdoors, while his mommy wrote, smoked, waited tables at the local dive and brought her daughter to and from her gymnastic class.
I knew he was outside by 7am when he started his yapping at the great outdoors while the mother and daughter would leave as they did many mornings during the week to travel through the brutal summer traffic for gymnastics class – several town west of here.
Frank liked his stoop and he also seemed to enjoy watching the chipmunks, squirrels and bunnies living around him and many times when tried to get down from his stoop he’d nearly strangle himself on his 4-foot leash. Frank didn’t get the concept of stairs – he liked to take a leap off the side and hang himself of the railing.
Frank had a large audience of neighbors that took it upon themselves to rescue Frank from his hanging predicament. His mommy never noticed that the short leash on a high stoop to be a problem.
It became habit to check for Frank while driving by on my way to work and to look for him again once I had returned home. Frank was very good a babysitting himself while he entertained himself alone, outside on his stoop with a leash that was too short.
The summer spent her days quickly like a child with a pocket full of quarters and the seasons changed to welcome cooler air and drizzling rain.
Frank didn’t seem to mind the rain, while he entertained himself alone, outside on his stoop with a leash that was too short and yet he was a lucky dog to have his very one stoop with a sheltering overhang.
I wondered why a person would get a puppy to only leave him outside alone to entertain himself on his stoop with a leash that was so short.
Frank’s audience, his fans, would often buy him toys to play with while he spent his days alone on his stoop, squeaky toys to rope toys and stuffed animal toys.
Frank stayed out late – later than I like to stay out – young pups always think they can do it all.
Animal Control stopped by to see Frank this past Monday he seems to have acquired quite the fan club during his stay outside on his stoop with a leash that was too short.
On Tuesday Frank acquired a long lead between two trees and a very long leash. He looked pretty excited about it but really how could one tell this sort of thing. But now without his stoop he had no overhang to protect him from the rain.
On Wednesday, in the AM, Frank was reported stolen.
