So today my girl
comes up to me while I'm talking on the phone and she whispers in my
ear, that we have a problem in the backyard. I'm thinking to myself what
kind of problem, we recently just got a dog so I wondered if he dug a
hole and went into the neighbors yard or even yet killed the neighbors
dog or cat.
I make my way to the yard and behold lying on the ground is a dead dog. Not mine but the neighbors. First thought to mind is did my puppy do that? I can hear the neighbor on the other side of the fence calling for her dog and I told her that both dogs are here in my yard. One was alive and running around and the other lay limp next to the fence. I let her in my yard and show her where her dogs are. She first calls for the dog laying next to the fence but nothing. She even tries pulling the dog but apparaently the dog is stuck to the fence. Lady looks at me. "My dog isn't talking"
ME: That's because your dog's dead.
(Yes I'm blunt)
(Now I just came out here maybe 10 minutes ago and there was no dead dog attached to my fence)
The lady starts to cry. I guess what happened is that the dogs leash got stuck on the fence and I would guess choked the dog to death especially if the dog was struggling his way out of it. It's weird I never even heard teh dog whimper or any noises in the back yard. The only think I was doing was watching this tv show (Jerseylicious) I know very stupid show, at times I feel my IQ goes down every time I watch that show.
The dog wasn't dead that long since he was still warm and soft. The lady is confused on how to get her dog loose. (so was I damn you Jerseylicious) But after several minutes of watching a small dog lay dead in my yard I decide to cut it loose. I grab my scissors and cut loose the leash it had attached around its neck. I felt weird touching a dead dog's body. I was more concerned about not cutting open the dogs neck. Thats all I need is me giving the lady her dog with blood gushing from the neck. The lady takes her alive and dead dog away and it made me think.
The last time I had ever lost someone's dog life was working on this commercial shoot up in the MALIBU hills where the homes are as big as people's ego's and wallets. This one house we were filming at they made me stay in the house but I was only limited to certain rooms. Living room, kitchen and restroom. i was told the other rooms were wired with alarms if I was to walk in them. I couldn't even leave thru the front door or the alarm would go off. The owner didn't want their door open, so if Production really wanted security there they would have to be locked inside. So I was. Along with this duty was too keep an eye out for the 2 dogs that lived in this house. These dogs were so loved by the owner so much that they had their own chef, own bedroom (bigger than mine) own walk in closet for their wardrobe. Their own trophy room. (These dog's were winners of many awards and even done some acting in films and tv along with commercials) I was told these dogs are loved and worth more than I would ever be in my pathetic lifetime. (great last words you like to hear from the owners when they're about to leave) Even better when Producers agree with the owners. Pretty sad.
So my night went very very slow. I was able to watch tv, but after awhile late night tv can get pretty boring especially when the cable was locked and all I had was just regular poor man tv. One of my duties along with being bored doing nothing, oh did I mention I had no phone service due to the area and NEXTELS awesome shitty service! I was told to let the dogs loose and bring them in at certain times. The back door had a dog trap for them and I was too unlock that trap door for them. At one point of my boring night I was so tempted to go out that trap door and go to my car and get some stuff or just get some fresh cold night air. You wouldn't believe how many times I kept telling myself "yeah I think i can fit thru that trap door, I'm sure I can" Lucky for me I had this new Anita Blake book which I picked up a few days ago, so I started reading and before I knew it the time went very fast and it was close to 5am. I would of kept reading but I heard barking from outside. "SHIT! I forgot about the dogs outside! I make my way to the kitchen and I can hear the dogs barking. I look at the trap door and notice that I locked it. So the dogs were pretty much locked outside for majority of the night. I remember looking out the window and I can see them parking like crazy. When I opened the door I whistled so they can come thru. Both came running. I hear a huge slam at the door. Wow I guess theyre more excited to come indside. I guess I would too especially being locked outside since 11pm. One dog jumps thru whimpering and running straight towards their room. The other didn't. I open the trap door all I see is the shadow. I'm looking at the clock and hoping this dog gets his ass in before the liason arrives in 20 minutes. What really sucks is that I can't even open the door til 6am. I look thru the kitchen window for this damn dog and I see this huge and I mean huge freaking cat (just incase anyone else is watching Jerseylicious and stuck on stupid , yes it was a Mountain lion) jump on the outside table and in it's mouth was the other dog. I bang on the kitchen window (like that would of did anything) The cat turns my direction and jumps off teh table and leaps over the fence and off to the hills it was gone. First thing that came to mind was "Yup that's not good".
When Production starts to show up, I explain (lie) that only one dog came back from their half hour run and play thing. And since the door was locked with an alarm I was unable to check for the other dog. The owners were very very pissed! The wife and daughter said that since I knew the value of the dog I kidnapped him and in a few weeks come back in with a randsom. The other rumor was I killed the dog and I buried the dog somewhere in the yard. Before leaving the house they even did a check thru my car for any hairs and footprints. I wasn't invited to come back to work the rest of the 3 day shoot. I didn't care but I did feel bad since the dog did get eaten on my shift. The other guard who took my place told me they had this pet pyschic in the yard and the psychic person was saying they had a vision of their dog being happily carried away off into the hills. Well I wouldn't say happily carried off but close enough.
I make my way to the yard and behold lying on the ground is a dead dog. Not mine but the neighbors. First thought to mind is did my puppy do that? I can hear the neighbor on the other side of the fence calling for her dog and I told her that both dogs are here in my yard. One was alive and running around and the other lay limp next to the fence. I let her in my yard and show her where her dogs are. She first calls for the dog laying next to the fence but nothing. She even tries pulling the dog but apparaently the dog is stuck to the fence. Lady looks at me. "My dog isn't talking"
ME: That's because your dog's dead.
(Yes I'm blunt)
(Now I just came out here maybe 10 minutes ago and there was no dead dog attached to my fence)
The lady starts to cry. I guess what happened is that the dogs leash got stuck on the fence and I would guess choked the dog to death especially if the dog was struggling his way out of it. It's weird I never even heard teh dog whimper or any noises in the back yard. The only think I was doing was watching this tv show (Jerseylicious) I know very stupid show, at times I feel my IQ goes down every time I watch that show.
The dog wasn't dead that long since he was still warm and soft. The lady is confused on how to get her dog loose. (so was I damn you Jerseylicious) But after several minutes of watching a small dog lay dead in my yard I decide to cut it loose. I grab my scissors and cut loose the leash it had attached around its neck. I felt weird touching a dead dog's body. I was more concerned about not cutting open the dogs neck. Thats all I need is me giving the lady her dog with blood gushing from the neck. The lady takes her alive and dead dog away and it made me think.
The last time I had ever lost someone's dog life was working on this commercial shoot up in the MALIBU hills where the homes are as big as people's ego's and wallets. This one house we were filming at they made me stay in the house but I was only limited to certain rooms. Living room, kitchen and restroom. i was told the other rooms were wired with alarms if I was to walk in them. I couldn't even leave thru the front door or the alarm would go off. The owner didn't want their door open, so if Production really wanted security there they would have to be locked inside. So I was. Along with this duty was too keep an eye out for the 2 dogs that lived in this house. These dogs were so loved by the owner so much that they had their own chef, own bedroom (bigger than mine) own walk in closet for their wardrobe. Their own trophy room. (These dog's were winners of many awards and even done some acting in films and tv along with commercials) I was told these dogs are loved and worth more than I would ever be in my pathetic lifetime. (great last words you like to hear from the owners when they're about to leave) Even better when Producers agree with the owners. Pretty sad.
So my night went very very slow. I was able to watch tv, but after awhile late night tv can get pretty boring especially when the cable was locked and all I had was just regular poor man tv. One of my duties along with being bored doing nothing, oh did I mention I had no phone service due to the area and NEXTELS awesome shitty service! I was told to let the dogs loose and bring them in at certain times. The back door had a dog trap for them and I was too unlock that trap door for them. At one point of my boring night I was so tempted to go out that trap door and go to my car and get some stuff or just get some fresh cold night air. You wouldn't believe how many times I kept telling myself "yeah I think i can fit thru that trap door, I'm sure I can" Lucky for me I had this new Anita Blake book which I picked up a few days ago, so I started reading and before I knew it the time went very fast and it was close to 5am. I would of kept reading but I heard barking from outside. "SHIT! I forgot about the dogs outside! I make my way to the kitchen and I can hear the dogs barking. I look at the trap door and notice that I locked it. So the dogs were pretty much locked outside for majority of the night. I remember looking out the window and I can see them parking like crazy. When I opened the door I whistled so they can come thru. Both came running. I hear a huge slam at the door. Wow I guess theyre more excited to come indside. I guess I would too especially being locked outside since 11pm. One dog jumps thru whimpering and running straight towards their room. The other didn't. I open the trap door all I see is the shadow. I'm looking at the clock and hoping this dog gets his ass in before the liason arrives in 20 minutes. What really sucks is that I can't even open the door til 6am. I look thru the kitchen window for this damn dog and I see this huge and I mean huge freaking cat (just incase anyone else is watching Jerseylicious and stuck on stupid , yes it was a Mountain lion) jump on the outside table and in it's mouth was the other dog. I bang on the kitchen window (like that would of did anything) The cat turns my direction and jumps off teh table and leaps over the fence and off to the hills it was gone. First thing that came to mind was "Yup that's not good".
When Production starts to show up, I explain (lie) that only one dog came back from their half hour run and play thing. And since the door was locked with an alarm I was unable to check for the other dog. The owners were very very pissed! The wife and daughter said that since I knew the value of the dog I kidnapped him and in a few weeks come back in with a randsom. The other rumor was I killed the dog and I buried the dog somewhere in the yard. Before leaving the house they even did a check thru my car for any hairs and footprints. I wasn't invited to come back to work the rest of the 3 day shoot. I didn't care but I did feel bad since the dog did get eaten on my shift. The other guard who took my place told me they had this pet pyschic in the yard and the psychic person was saying they had a vision of their dog being happily carried away off into the hills. Well I wouldn't say happily carried off but close enough.
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