One night my three kids and I were driving home to our acreage. Stopped at a light and my oldest daughter said "hey, look, a pig". Standing there on the shoulder was a massive porker. We went home, just a short distance away, and I told Missus P&R Fan, who is a sucker for strays. She immediately wanted to see, so we loaded up in the car and went back. Still there. I called county dispatch and reported it. They sent out a cop, and we just kinda looked at it wonderin' what to do. Finally called the Humane Society, and they sent out a Woman, who had NO idea what to do. Missus Fan took over, and we backed it up a board into the van. I told her if nobody claimed it, I wanted it.
Checked back several days later, they said I couldn't have it, as they had "found a home for it".
I just wanted bacon and chops.
Jim[/QUOTE
I hate to think this but the 'home' they found for it was probably an incinerator or garbage dump.
Many years ago a dog approached me that was starved and had bad mange from nose to tail.. no fur and was shivering in the cold. That was the absolutely sweetest little dog I'd ever see and I fed him and let him sleep in my car while I was at work (on a cold day with the windows cracked) I don't remember my circumstances but at the time I couldn't keep it and certainly couldn't pay the vet bills to cure him. I decided I had to take him to the shelter and told them I was coming with a sick dog. As soon as I got in the door I could see a caretaker pulling a syringe full of stuff in a back room. I know they put the dog down immediately. Whenever I think about it I get heartsick and how much I would have loved to have that dog. I know this is off topic but I had to let it out.(triple sad faces)
I'm about to cry right now.
