Snow is rare here.
That is one of the reasons I have suggested that latitude to Mrs. ArGee (if not that actual state) as a retirement locale. She claims she wants the four seasons, even as she gripes about the cold in central PA.
Logic is not her strong suit. But don’t suggest to her she makes emotional decisions unless you want the windows to rattle. (I did that once.)
Now for yesterday’s fiasco. Since it wasn’t too difficult to capture Beaker, I figured something else would go wrong before the day was over.
I went over about 7:45 to let Harley out, then figured, since he hadn’t been out since last night, I’d leave him out for the 5-7 minutes it would take me to go to the vet’s office and drop off Beaker. Since I had forgotten my backpack, I had to come back anyway, and when I got here, (7 minutes later) Harley was gone, and I thought one of Rochelle’s friends or family came and let him back in.
So I opened the door and said, “hello?” and there was no answer and no Harley. I went back, got the parakeet, paid the bill and came back home and there was still no Harley. I had no idea what had happened, but I had to leave again. The time elapsed by now was about 35 minutes.
When I got back an hour and a half later, there was a note on my door saying that Harley was in #4. I was so angry with Lona, owner of the nasty little Chihuahua. I usually leave Harley out about 5-10 minutes to give him time to do his business. It wasn’t that cold and the wind wasn’t blowing, so I thought he would be OK. Wrong. Lona said he was “shivering” but I doubt it because he hadn’t been outside more than five minutes. She also said he was “thirsty,” and I have no clue why she thought I would be responsible for that. His food and water is in his house!
Lona had brought over some “piddle pads” at 4:00 yesterday morning in case Harley had to go out and I wouldn’t let him. It’s none of Lona’s business what arrangements Rochelle and I make and for her to do something like this “on my watch” was inexcusable. I’m still too angry to even talk to her. She thought he was here. She didn’t ask, just assumed.
I would never have done something like that when another neighbor was responsible for someone else’s animal, and to me, it was nothing but meddlesome interfering. I’m sure he wasn’t outside five minutes when she took him to her house. When she told me he was “thirsty” I told her that Rochelle had people who were coming in to feed and water him and that she would never leave without making arrangements for that.
Lona SWEARS she put the note on my door “right after” I left, but she didn’t. It had to be when I left again and was gone for much longer. I doubt he was as thirsty as she claims, and I doubt he was shivering because of the thickness and length of his coat.
Anyway, I wrote a note to Rocky (Rochelle’s nickname) and told her the events as they really happened. I think she came home last night, as the storm door is locked.
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I just checked and he isn’t home, so I don’t know what to think. I suspect Lona is just as nasty as her dog, but I will go see Chuck today and make sure he is aware of her BS.