If you haven't read my last post, go ahead and skip it. I was looking at this morning and it's just too damn long. Anyway,it's that time again.
I once stole a puppy. I mean I snuck into some one's back yard and stole their puppy. In my defense, he was living in some really bad conditions. I was about 15 and my friend and I drove by that house everyday on our way to and from school.(she was one of those lucky ones whose parents gave her an old car the day she turned 16) Sometimes I would ask her to drive by that house even if we weren't headed in that direction just so I could see that puppy and make sure he was ok. It was the month of May and really hot and he never had any clean water or a decent shelter to keep out of the sun. I never saw anyone playing with him or making kissy-faces at him like I would have dammit. In fact no one was ever home and I once made my friend drive by there 5 different times just to see if anyone was going to take care of this poor puppy-nothing. He was always laying in the dirt. He was skinny too-have you ever heard of a skinny puppy? It shouldn't be possible. So after about 3 weeks I couldn't take it anymore. That puppy was mine. I had my friend drive really close and pretend to check out her front tires-this was an unnecessary diversion but I've seen those thief movies and they always have to create a diversion. I opened the back gate and whispered,"Puppy, comeer," because I didn't know his name. He ran to me, I scooped him up, ran into the car and we drove away. I named him Cookie, then later changed it to Sunny Boo Bear. He answered to any variation of those names.
Sometimes I feel bad that I might have misjudged the situation and stole some poor kid's beloved puppy. But I'll think about how thirsty he was when I got him home and how fast all the booboos on his feet healed and I don't feel that bad.
So there it is. I got my confess-on and now I feel free.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Tuesday Confession
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Ferris Bueller, you're my hero.
One time I saw a cute little kitty and I bent down to pet it and it came trotting over to me and then a big guy in a wifebeater (did he have a beer in his hand?) came stomping out of the house yelling at me not to steal his cat, so I ran away.
That doesn't sound as much like a theft as a rescue. There's probably no way to second-guess it. You did what you needed to do at that time and the puppy is better off for it.
Peace,
~Chani
I believe what you did was a mitzvah. No need to confess.
I stole a cat once, for the same reasons. I didn't get to keep the kitty, though, we took her to the humane society. :(
At least your crime was based on good intentions.
I did the exact same thing one winter night in NC.
A local gas station kept a young Doberman on a short chain outside to "guard" the place, the temperatures were going to dip below freezing that night, and the poor dog was shaking with cold.
Around midnight, I drove over and untied him. He leapt into my warm car and all the way home, he cried about how cold he had been.
I couldn't keep him because I had a male dog who would have hurt him, but I found him a good home with a family that loved him and treated him well.
I have never felt the slightest guilt about this, and you shouldn't either.
You did the right thing!
I agree with Chani. It was a rescue, not a theft. I've rescued a few in my day as well and I have never regretted it. Good job!
You rock in my book
you are a hero. never doubt it.
Totally a good thing. I wish more people would do this. I wonder how long it took them to figure out he was gone.
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