Roscoe

Last night while I was chillin' and watching all the shows my Tivo picked up for me during the week, I heard a knock on my door. It was two of the girls from the neighborhood with the dog you see pictured above. The girls asked if it was my dog, and I told them it wasn't. The dog has a superman dog tag with his name, "Roscoe," and a phone number and address.

It was a local number, so I let the girls use my phone. The girls were both probably around 11 or 12 and they were ridiculous. The taller of the two made the call and got an answering machine. She mentioned they'd found Roscoe and said something about the person coming to get him. Her friend grabbed the phone from her saying "Let me talk to them" and then proceeded to give them completely useless information about the dog being in "my friends neighborhood" and "he's cute." Neither of the girls left their phone number or an address or any contact information whatsoever. Finally, I picked up the phone from them and left my home number.

Then the girls asked if I could keep the dog. I told them I couldn't, but since I'd left my phone number I asked them where they lived. The shorter girl (Neither of them gave me their name) was just visiting the taller of the two. Tall girl said she just lived down the street, but when I asked her for her phone number or address where I could contact them if the owner called, she told me she couldn't tell me. Then I asked if she could just show me her house. She said no.

This really frustrated me. I mean, I know kids should be careful about giving strangers their address and phone number and stuff, but for crying out loud, I'm your neighbor! I don't know if it was the girls I was frustrated with or the society we live in. I mean what kind of world is it where a young girl can't point out where she lives to a neighbor down the street? She says she doesn't even KNOW her own phone number. Now granted, it was about 8pm at night and the girls both had the sillies, but still. This seems to be this recurring thing - a few weeks ago at the Park and Ride, I tried to carpool in with this lady and she told me she only takes women carpoolers. I guess a few rapists and child molesters have ruined it for the whole of male Houstonians.

Oh, Roscoe is fine, by the way. I ended up letting him stay in my backyard last night. I gave him a bowl of water and he's good. I called his owner again this morning to leave a more succinct message and got a call right back. They are coming to pick him up this afternoon.