Was Animal Control the right decision?
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I went out jogging this morning when I run into a dog. I initially thought he had an owner until I noticed the lack of a collar. It does the thing that all animals do with stranger's pant legs and I, probably lacking better judgement, reach down and pat its head before it runs off on its own. I turn and head in my own direction, too.
All of the sudden, I hear it sprint behind me and find myself reunited with this dog. I think, OK, incredibly friendly dog, he must have an owner, one that he'll run back to before I make it home. I'm proven wrong. I call my housemate and he calls animal control.
The dog is incredibly friendly around my housemates, one of whom offers it food only to find it promptly sitting at the sound of a plastic bag. We all think he must have an owner with how well behaved he is - other dogs around bark at the new company but he never barks back, just going up to their fences and saying a polite 'hello'
We lure him into the backyard where we feed him whatever google tells us won't kill him, and he is incredibly playful. He does the thing that cats do where they roll on their side for pats, he plays with us where we try and chase him and he'll quickly double-take before we can catch him. 2 hours pass and Animal Control finally comes and tells us that the dog is incredibly young (not all his teeth are out) and definitely stray (no leash training and he wasn't neutered). We make our way inside while the animal control guy takes the dog to the van. It was awful, listening to the dog try and wrestle its way back into our backyard. My housemate tells me I've practically killed that dog, handing it to animal control, but I retort saying that such a nice dog would never be euthanized. Deep down, though, I'm not sure how true that was. I feel like I should've kept him - I really wanted to, too. But we're uni students, out most of the day and barely able to keep ourselves alive, let alone another living creature. Did I do the right thing?
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Sad day, /an/. While working a construction project in Pigeon Forge, TN. I stepped out to the river to talk to my girlfriend on the phone. I noticed a moving shape floating down the river near the bank. It was a duckling, floating on its side and struggling to keep its head up. So I rescued it. Poor thing was only a day old. Its parents were across the river, but made no attempt at rescue. I soon realized why. Its leg was deformed in the egg. Painfully so. Even touching it would make the poor thing shake. I could not provide for it, its parents left it to drown, and the elements would surely take its life. As nature is wont to do, I imagined it would be an unpleasant death. He was clearly in pain. (Continued)
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>friend buys two Budgies
>keeps them in a relatively small dage 24/7
>never pets them
>cage only has a small mirror, two dangling toys, no bath (because they "make a mess" and sometimes poop in it), some basic perches, no cuttlefish
>only feeds them crappy food
>no fresh fruit
>won't visit a vet because "they're too expensive"
>bitches constantly about how messy and noisy birds are
>gets mad when I suggest giving them away
>"but they're my babies!"
Why are people like this with birds? I have never met a single person that lets their birds out of their cage. When I mention I let my birds out people stare at me like I am a weirdo who grew two heads. People don't treat birds with respect like they do dogs, they want living decorations. I don't understand this way of thinking. Do people honestly think their birds are happy in little cages all day? Do they mistake birds for fish?