Oh dear, dear Jack. What are we going to do with you?? Truly, what are we going to do with you. A few days ago, my husband almost got in a fight with neighbor over this dog. Disclaimer: He really is a great dog, but the situations we get in because of this dog are amazing.
One Friday morning about 2 weeks ago, I let Jack outside to do his business. Usually he comes right back to the door and wants to let back in immediately. He hits the door with his paw and sort of “knocks” on the door.
I got busy with getting me and the kids ready for work/school and didn’t notice that Jack hadn’t “knocked” on the door yet. I went outside and called for him several times, but no Jack. I finally had to take Tate to childcare and Jack still wasn’t back. I drove around the neighborhood with the windows down, yelling for Jack. Still, no Jack.
Then I saw an older lady who was out walking in the neighborhood. I pulled over and asked her if she had seen Jack (after describing him). She said she had seen two dogs that looked like labs down the street and someone had put them in the back fenced yard behind a house. She pointed out the house.
Oh, how I didn’t want to go to some stranger’s house at 7:30 in the morning and ask if they had my dog. The house she pointed out looks kind of shady and when I have seen the garage door open, on the rare occasion, it looked like they were filming an episode of “Hoarders.” This was going to be completely awkward, but I didn’t see any other way. So I pulled over in front of this house, rolled down the windows so I could still see and hear Kate (who was buckled in her car seat), and walked up to the front door and rang the door bell.
After ringing 3 times, a very large man, in both height and girth, came to door. Strangely, as soon as he opened the door a small bit, he stepped out onto the porch with me. This was odd, because most people will open the door and talk to someone with the door slightly open. Not come out onto the porch and close the door quickly behind them. This is what this guy did. I didn’t see a sliver inside the house because he did this so quickly. I asked him if he had seen our dog and told him what the lady walking had said. He said he hadn’t seen our dog, but that he had “two beautiful black labs,” and that he had put them in his fence. He was acting really odd and nervous, which on top of the fact he came outside with me, was making me nervous.
I thanked him and went on my way. I had to take Kate to her grandmother so I set off there. I called my husband on the way and told him the whole tale and that Jack was still MIA. He said he would come back and drive around looking for him.
On the way back from dropping off Kate, I called my husband back to see if Jack had turned up. He said he had been driving around the streets, calling for him and asking the walkers. No luck so far. He said he had also visited this same house and talked to the same man. I am sure this man was delighted to have two strangers visit him before 8am asking about some random dog.
My husband reported a similar experience and he was very suspicious as well. We were trying to figure out where Jack may be and my husband said that he thought maybe this man had Jack and was hiding him inside. I agreed that this may be a possibility. He said that he was going to go back to the house (a third time) and ask if he could see this man’s dogs to prove that he didn’t have our dog. NOOOOO! All I could think of was now my husband was going to get into a fight with huge neighbor that we have never met and he’s going to be arrested all because of THIS DOG!!!
I desperately tried to convince Brian that this was not a good idea. This man down the street could react badly and a physical or verbal altercation would surely result. I even told him to just give the guy our contact information and tell him about Jack having seizures if he doesn’t have his meds twice a day. That way, if the guy DID have Jack, surely he would let him go because who would try to keep a dog that has seizures and needs constant meds – no matter how great the dog!
Unfortunately, the husband would not be deterred and said he was just going to ask him to see his dogs to prove he didn’t have our dog. Great.
He drove off to go down the street and I walked back into our house. I looked out into the back yard and guess who was there? Yep – Jack!
I desperately tried to call to stop him from confronting our neighbor. Three times I called. He wouldn’t answer! I texted him. Twice! Still no answer. All I could think is that he was now being beaten by this man down the street over this crazy dog.
I kept calling and texting to no answers. Finally after about 10 minutes, my husband came back to the house. He said the guy had a very different attitude this time and was almost overly nice. He asked to see his dogs so he could be at rest that our dog wasn’t there and the guy happily showed him his own dogs. This guy even said he understood our concern about wanting to see the dogs. What? Again, a very different attitude than the first two visits to his house.
I don’t know if this is just a very, very understanding man, or if he had Jack inside and then let him out after two strangers visited him in the morning. I guess we will never know. Wish Jack could talk.
So today, guess who’s my least favorite? Yep. Jack-dog.
Avery +1/-2, Brooke +3/0, Kate +8/-2, Me +1/-3, My Husband +1/0, New house +1/-1, Jack +0/-1