We tried our best efforts to secure the dog. We busted out the cat trap with enticing food. Not gonna work with a pissed off, not hungry dog. A net, a catch pole, and a leash were all too scary too for her.
"Sweet, he's in an enclosed area to catch him." The sad life us rescuers call a victory when rescuing a dog. But we got Wendy's and hot cocoa after. Another sad thing Jared and I do after catching a dog.
Jared came to his aide, but the dog was completely terrified of anything and everything. Can you blame him? His mats are covering his vision. His mats are cutting off circulation to his legs. He can not defecate with the amount of hair tangled up underneath.
It sure had to be scary being on his own, now that his Terrier friend had been returned back to his owner last week. He stayed put in the same area, which again makes me believe he is still waiting for his owners.
These knucklebrains have been seen around the East Side, lounging together in the sun for the past month. Unsure if they are just pets that are let out to roam and go home, Jared and I said enough is enough.