I was all set to whip up a little sussy for you and give you a recipe Thursday night while about ten kids played around in my house.
Through the door ran my little neighbor looking for Angela, our 11 year old neighbor who was playing upstairs with Olivia and Sadie.
Her little puppy had been hit by a car.
She was, for the fourth time this year, heartbroken. This family loves animals but does not necessarily have the the ability to really care for the animals they adopt. They often bring home puppies someone has given them but neither feed them consistently or give them shelter. These puppies are left to roam the streets all day, often coming to our house looking for the dog food we store in our garage.
This little guy was probably just ten weeks old and had been living at their house for at least a month. He's always left in the front yard and tonight, he ran out in front of a car. A 15 year old niece had been staying in the house and was showing off how she could back the car down the driveway when she hit the dog. Three other of their puppies have died this exact same way in the last six months.
When I got out there, Angela was crying hysterically and trying to clear the dead puppy from the road. Her mother was cussing a blue streak at the children trying to find out what happened since the niece had lied and said she had not been driving the car.
I asked Angela if I could please take care of the little puppy corpse so she could go inside and not have to see the mess. My kids had also run outside so I told Darius to take them in as well. We have enough kids crawling into our bed at night as it is. We don't need anything that could cause extra nightmares.
The whole incident was really sad but really frustrating, too. Angela came over to our house and called her dad. She told him she wanted to come live with him or at the very least, get a new puppy. In my mind, it would just be more of the same and the dog would probably meet a similar demise. She also said that she wanted her cousin, who hit the dog, to move out. Along with puppies, the family also has a penchant for taking in troubled relatives. The last cousin that lived with them broke into our house one day while we were out and stole a bunch of stuff.
Band-aids and knee jerk reactions are common everywhere, I know. There's so much chaos with this neighborhood and this family in particular it's maddening when you see the same mistakes being made over and over again and apparently no change in behavior or decision making.
Prayerfully, we'll see this change over time. If not, I may have to install a electronic dog fence in their yard one day while they're gone. It could totally work. Maybe not for the cousins, but at least for the puppies.