I called the MSPCA tonight about the dog. That Canadian Boy I Married had called the landlady last week about it and when I went downstairs on Friday, I couldn't see the dog. I just went down to do laundry and he's still there. I went over to the wall dividing our cellars and he came over but started to bark loudly when I spoke to him. So, obviously not a friendly dog - and who can blame him after being in a cellar for 2-1/2 months?
I came upstairs and called the MSPCA. I had to leave a message. I hope I hear back tomorrow. I should have checked yesterday but when I didn't see the dog on Friday, I thought maybe the neighbours had re-homed it. No such luck.
This is really fucking depressing. I hate seeing animals neglected. I had to stop watching those Animal Cop shows on Animal Planet - I'd wind up in floods of tears over each and every episode. I used to take my mother to task for leaving her Chesapeake Bay Retriever out in a kennel all the time. It was a big kennel - 30 ft long by about 10 ft wide, but still. The dog was desperate for human interaction and would jump on you when you came into her enclosure. That was the excuse my mother used for not bringing her in. Well then take the dog to some training lessons and then practice with her at home. Jesus. She's a DOG. She's not a programmable toy. She needs training and reinforcement and attention. God, that used to burn my butt.
Christ, I feel bad when I leave Sadie (the wonder mutt) home alone for the bulk of a day. I can't even fathom leaving her tied up in the cellar for 2-1/2 months.