May 21st 2006 9:37 pm
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This is Frankie's mom writing this diary entry. Frankie is in the dog house because he was a very bad boy. Seems that the house inspector left the side gate open and Frankie decided to make a run for it. Normally when he escapes, he returns after 10-15 minutes. I was not home and did not return for several hours and discovered Frankie had left at 12 noon and it was now 5 pm and he still wasn't home. Panicked, I knocked on doors to ask my neighbors to see if they had spotted him. Turns out, one neighbor did witness what happened.
Someone apparantly had called the dog catcher to round up a loose boxer. At 1:30 pm, they chased the boxer onto my street when Frankie appeared and began to play with the boxer. The dog catcher caught Frank first and then used him as "bait" to catch the boxer. It worked. Even though Frankie was tagged and licensed, the dog catcher didn't feel the need to walk 15 feet over to my house and ring my bell. Instead he placed Frankie along with the boxer on the truck and off he went.
Upon learning of this, I immediately took off for the Humane Society to bail Frankie out. When I got there, they had no record of Frankie's arrest. To say that I had a significant emotional experience as a result would be an understatement. I insisted they call all their dog catchers to find out which truck he was on. I was resisted at first, but then they complied, and lo and behold, Frankie was still on the truck after 3 hours. It took another 30 minutes for the Animal Control Officer to arrive at the center with Frankie who they released him to my custody and they did not charge me any fines.
I was so happy to get him safely home.
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