People piss me off.
When we got home Monday evening, there was a big white dog roaming around the low water bridge by our row of mailboxes. He perked up when the #1 son got out to get the mail, but he kept his distance. Last night when reached the mailboxes around 6:00, he was still lurking. This morning he was several hundred yards up the gravel road, and stepped into the woods when he saw us. And at 5:00 this evening, he was right by the mailboxes, and circled T-Hoe when we stopped.
I told The Pony that he looked friendly enough, but not to pet him. The Pony grabbed the mail, and Doggie watched him hopefully from about five feet away. Hoping for what, I'm not sure. Likely, it was food. And companionship.
People who drop off their unwanted pets in the country need to know that their pet is going to slowly starve to death, or be run over by a vehicle, or shot by a homeowner. Pets do not understand that they need to catch, kill, and eat squirrels and rabbits to survive. They are lonely. They miss their human pack.
We can not take this big lug home to the Mansion. We don't know him. He is huge. He might be a chicken-killer. Our beagle, Tank, might go after him in a fit of Little Man Syndrome and be injured. We don't have time to slowly introduce a new fully-grown pet. Doggie is bigger than some of Farmer H's goats.
I told Farmer H to go dump some dogfood by the creek. Not to get out and socialize, just to drop some sustenance for Doggie. Of course Farmer H drove his Scout, not the truck. The Scout, which our own dogs run after. Farmer H saw no sign of Doggie. He must have gone into hiding, since it was only 15 minutes from when we saw him. I told Farmer H that now Doggie wouldn't even get the food, because our own fleabags would eat it. Farmer H swore that they followed him right back to the Mansion. The Pony's heart is hurting for poor giant Doggie. Doggie looks like a Great Pyrenees, but with short hair. I'm thinking that somebody could not afford to feed him anymore, and set him free. Free to die a slow death of starvation, or a speedy violent death.
People piss me off.