Over a week ago I left my gate open and my little dogs got out. I didn't know they were gone for over an hour; I drove and walked the neighborhood for 2 hours [11 PM to 1 AM on a Saturday night]. Both dogs had collars and tags with my phone number. My closest neighbors know what the dogs look like and I told them my dogs had run off.
A week went by with no word. I had given up. That was too long for two little chihuahuas to be on their own in Phoenix--it is hot, no water, and things like cars, trucks, and coyotes that could kill them abound.
Yesterday I got a call from someone who had bought the dogs and wanted to know what food they preferred because they were not eating. My dogs had been found and sold with their collars still on! He was rather surprised when I told him I had been looking for them! I paid the guy the $100 he had paid for them.
So, some mutherfucker found my dogs on the street, and instead of calling me decided he could get more for them by selling them.
I hate thieves. At least I have my little doggies back.
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