If not for my “won't even walk on dewy grass” old girl standing ankle deep in a muddy *bog* under the willow tree, eagerly sniffing at something on the ground and then moving forward to lick it, all my dogs would have died excruciating deaths.
The SPCA and the local sheriff all agreed it was antifreeze but no charges could be filed because no one *saw* him do it, in spite of the fact that he's the only person around here who doesn't adore the dogs *and* nobody else can get to that part of my yard without being seen by *somebody*.
The other neighbor's little Basset/Beagle mix dog “died mysteriously” when no one was around to “help her” but him.
[she foolishly accepted food from him frequently *but* would pee on his lawn and I know that made him irrationally mad even though it did no damage]
Now I have a huge LED UV flashlight and I check the yard perimeters every evening before I let them out.
You don't mention if the dog survived.
I truly, dearly hope it did.
No, the dog did not survive. He brought home the piece of meat that poisoned him and it was riddled with Drain-O.
Nothing could be proved but there is no doubt. The dog was a little quiet wiener type dog, never barked. Rural. Big yards no fences, all the neighbors dogs socialized as much as the neighbors did. Just put that out there to say it was not a vicious dog situation.
The only revenge I could get was when it came time to burn leaves in the fall. Always made sure to light the pile on one of those nice fall days when windows are open and the wind was blowing in his direction.
Waited till he went to the store with his house windows open. Then lit the pile of leaves and filled his house with smoke while he was away.