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June 6, 2009 cont. - On the way home, we wade through the neighbors' dogs again. Finally, late evening, I see Red Pup out of his pen with plenty of tether.

June 11, 2009 - Yellow male out of his pen in the rain. Can't get back in.

June 14. 2009 - RPM is running loose again, with Tip, Bro, and Grey Girl.

June 15, 2009 - I'm out feeding downstairs dogs when I see the Mrs. just over the property line, working in her garden. Grandaughter is with her. The three pups have come onto my property, through my iris', and the Mrs. is ignoring them. A little later, I see Tip come out of my garage, where she has cleaned up the cat food dish, and trot down the driveway. I yell and cuss, and the Mrs. keeps right on hoeing, or whatever.

Shortly before 4:00, the Mrs. is walking across the front yard toward the tool shed, with a bag of food. Her grandson is with her. He must be 1 1/2 - 2 years old. The Mrs. has a light yellow puppy, four weeks old. She wants the boy to hold it, but he doesn't seem to understand.

She hands him the puppy and he THROWS IT ON THE GROUND! The Mrs. tries to show him how to handle it, but he isn't interested. The puppy is on the ground when she walks over to the shed with the food sack. The boy grabs the puppy by the skin of its back with one hand, like a stuffed animal, hoists it as high as he can reach, AND HURLS IT TO THE GROUND AGAIN! THEN HE PICKS IT UP BY ITS SKIN AND THROWS IT DOWN A THIRD TIME!

The Mrs. goes over, picks it up - it's still alive! - and tries again to get him to be nice to it. He simply wants nothing to do with it, so she carries it back to the trailer. I don't know if it sustained serious injuries or not, nor whether it's alive now. This is abuse!

Dog crap everywhere, and grandkids walking around. It's in my yard and on the road!

June 18, 2009 - Pouring rain. Yellow male out of pen again, getting mighty wet. When he was a puppy, he was tied to a fence in the back yard all winter WITH NO SHELTER AT ALL! When will his miseries be over?

June 21, 2009 - Early. The Mrs. calling dogs, on and on. Evening, I walk Leah. Tip, Bro, Grey Girl, and Red Pup on the road, being obnoxious. Twilight, the dogs alert me to the presence of Tip or GG near the pens. I throw a wooden sandal at her, and off she goes.

June 22, 2009 - Red Pup still at large.

June 25, 2009 - We have a big storm. I wonder if anyone over there is dry.

June 29, 2009 - I see RPM has got loose, and he and Red Pup are standing side by side as I return home from work at 2:30. Around 5:30 I hear a ruckus. RP and RPM are fighting! It looks like a free-for-all, with the three pups trying to get in on it. One of the red dogs is on top of the other, biting savagely, shaking his head back and forth like he wants to rip his head off. I get a couple of photos and head for my car.

I drive over to see if I can distract them. I see a neighbor standing by the curve in the road with Bro. He must have been walking by and everyone went berserk, triggering the fight. I'm laying on my horn, but it does no good. The two red dogs run around the pens, and RPM seems to be the aggressor; Red Pup is all bloody. I try pulling into the drive with no results.

I back down onto the road and get out of the car, yelling at them, forgetting to use the camera. They come at me and my first concern is getting to safety. I go back home and call the sheriff. The person who answers says he'll call the dog warden. I tell him that the last time I called him about a dog fight, he said it wasn't his job. The guy says he's calling him anyway.

Pretty soon the warden calls. I explain what's happening and he says he'll come, but he may have to shoot them. I try to talk him out of coming, or leaving the gun behind, but he comes anyway. I'm feeding downstairs dogs when I see he's in my driveway. He's got Bro in the back. I tell him that Bro is a really nice dog, and the friendliest one. He says that's how he caught him! How ironic that the fighters are still at large, and the nice guy is going to jail!

We have a long talk. I won't put all the information I got, on the internet, but it was very educational. And now I think I understand some things that were puzzling me. And I got the name of the president of the humane society, at last!

June 30, 2009 - My day off. I call the president of the Humane Society. We have a long conversation. She had seen the warden last night when he brought Bro to the pound, and had been told a little bit about the situation. He told her, as he told me, that the cats over there look pretty bad. I encouraged her to visit the website, where the whole story is laid out, complete with photographs. She said she would.

I feel somewhat encouraged that someone will be able to approach the neighbors about giving up the dogs to rescuers, with the assurance that they won't be killed. That would be the ideal outcome. But time will tell if anything at all gets done. I was told that there would be a conversation with the humane officer, too. I wonder how that will go. I'll really be on her sh-t list now!

July 3, 2009 - Gracie leaping over six feet straight up, repeatedly. There is a black and tan dog by the fence. It looks like Bubblegum, but could be Shorty. Then I hear, lubba lubba lubba lubba. The dog ignores it.

July 4, 2009 - Big commotion. I see the yellow male seems to be tied where Brownie was. Lots of poop. The plastic dog house roof is still on top of Star's box and the opening is barracaded. I go down to the far front dog yard, and just as I get to where I can see the pens, Red Pup does a flip-flop. I think he was in the process of escaping from Star's pen, and ran out of tether. He's okay. It's about two PM.

I run for my camera and get a photo of him. Grey Girl is running loose, even after the owner being fined last week for that. Maybe they didn't have to pay it. RPM is on the front deck. Yellow Dog is still in the 6X8 chain link with all its trappings. No sign of Tip and Bro. Around three PM I hear another commotion. RPM is loose and he's threatening Red Pup, who is a sitting duck!

I hit the boat horn briefly, and they go at it. Well, that didn't help! It's a short spat. I call the dog warden, figuring the owners are having a nice holiday at the daughter's house, and won't be back for hours. Boy, I hate doing that, but what can I do? Dogs do kill each other. It's about 3:15 PM, and the call goes to voice mail. So much for that. Periodic pandemonium tells me that there are probably some fights. I hope no one walks by, as RPM is ready to attack RP for any little excuse.

Pretty scary. Poor Red Pup. He's miserable. He can barely move, and now he's got RPM hanging around, ever ready to nail him. Over an hour later, I discover the neighbors have come home. What a relief! I don't see RP. They must have put him in. I hope they got RPM tied up. They have family members with them, and shortly make their departure. I hear a big crash, as though they collided with, or ran over, something, but they keep on going. I get a photo of eight cats eating beside the driveway. Red Dog is barking. Maybe they forgot about him.

About six PM, I hear racket over there. Check to see if RP is back out. Don't see him, but Yellow Dog is standing on top of the 6X8 chain link pen in a crouched position. Maybe not enough cable. I hope he doesn't get hurt! They told me three years ago that I could have that dog. Too bad I didn't have room for him then. They'll never let me have him now. I hope he lives long enough to be rescued.

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