Girl woke up early to go running today (our half marathon is next Sunday) and about 7 miles in she found a dog. It was collared and on its collar there was emblazoned a number. She called the number, and it was animal control (or a similar entity). The operator got Girl in touch with the owners. The owners said "that isn't our dog anymore, we gave it to someone else", to which Girl pressed for info. Who is Someone Else? What is their phone number? Girl got in touch with Someone Else, a woman, and she didn't even know the dog was missing and weren't very thankful upon receiving the call.
"Are you missing a dog?" "Uhhmmmm....I'm not sure?"
They said they couldn't pick up the dog because she was the only one there and only had a horse and buggy. She called the dog "Shiba". The dog was a Shiba Inu, so obviously it didn't even have a name. The dog was skittish around people. Girl relayed this info back to the operator who called the police, who then dispatched animal control to the scene to corrall the dog.
Then she relayed the info to me, and I said it sounds like a puppy mill, and I said you need to tell animal control what happened and that you don't think it's best for the dog to be returned. Girl waited with the dog until animal control got there and explained everything and animal control was rightfully concerned. The dog is on its way back to the shelter and things will be investigated.
Today is Girl's birthday. She is a hero and I'm proud of her.
Of note: after this, the original owners who the dog was registered under called Girl back and asked "so...you let the dog go, right?" so I said you should block their number and report their f***ing ass too, because what they're really asking is "no one knows about the dog, right?"
I'll personally beat these people within an inch of their life, only so they can endure hours of Chinese water torture with dog pee instead of water.
Nice work, friend. Tell Girl we all said "Happy Birthday, hero."