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dog thief

i really do not understand someone who has a general distrust of anything and everybody. i have always known on some level that there are those who exist with the firm belief that everyone is out to screw them. how can anyone live in such paranoia?

stray dogs are rarely seen in fairbanks because owners take more than great care for the dog, and the general public does not allow lost dogs to wander about.

last night driving home from my brothers, b and i spotted a groomed, black wiener dog standing in the grass alongside the road. i had him go back so that i can see if i can find the dogs owner. i hop out of the car and, talking very sweetly to the pretty dog, go over to it.

approaching the dog, i heard 'hey thats my dog!' i bend down and pet the dog as her owner walks over from the yard across the street and one door down. i pick up the dog and walk to the lady.

me: 'did she get out of her yard?' handing the dog to her.

she: 'were you going to take her home?'

me: 'i was going to see if she had a collar on' (the dog didnt).

it was about this time that i realized her definition of home was my home, where i was thinking she meant the dog's home. she now gave me that look. you know the one: "whatever you may say, i know you were going to steal my dog. good thing i caught you in the act, you terrible person."

that she suspected me of such a terrible act really really hurt me. i was crying by the time we got home. i had the most noble of intentions.

i am still shocked that anyone would let their small dog wander out of their yard, a house down, and across the street without a collar. and then to have the nerve to blame me of being a dog thief...

i cannot really think about it for too long. i can only think of one nasty swear word to apply to this lady. but since i dont swear, i can only put it out of my mind.

geez, lady.