This is only speculative fiction. The dogs never happened. We finally made the big move into town, the place has a great chain link fence around the backyard. The children love it. Anyway, the house being a duplex, there is a mirror of our fence, within that side are four dogs.From a Chihuahua to a Doberman, the smaller the dog the better fed it seemed. But this is about the Dobie, we called him Boyfriend as we never knew his name. Boyfriend was at the bottom of the pecking order and unfortunately he only got the scraps and leavings of the other three. A finer or friendlier dog you could not find; Boyfriend was skin and bones, the sun left shadows along his ribs and his spine was just as bad. I presume that this caused him to have leg and foot problems as he was almost always standing and when he got up from lying down he was obviously in pain as he got his four legs in position to hold himself up. The saddest part really was that he wanted to run with our dogs, but the fence and his pain only allowed him longing looks and a sad whine of disappointment.
To softer hearts this was untenable, a positive phone call turned into a plan to save Boyfriend and give him a new home with safety and happiness assured. It was a simple plan, in broad daylight, a dog heist. The car was started and put it in place on the street, the passenger door was open and the seat back pulled forward. The engine was running and the transmission in gear, ready to speed away from the scene of the crime. The other culprit had the dangerous job; they took a leash through the unlocked gate, hooked up Boyfriend and he was spirited away to the car and a safe new future.
A friend knew of someone who was looking for a replacement for their stolen Doberman, but the friend immediately fell in love with him and decided that Boyfriend had found a home with the friend and their dog. The starving pooch ate three bowls of food and two bones before settling down for a nap. A chance call to a friend in Dog Enforcement found Boyfriend moving along again. First to the dog impound and then quickly moved on to someone trained in mistreated dog recovery; Boyfriend was finally on the way to a secure future.
Life quickly got ugly for the dog’s owners, the sheriff’s office hit them with multiple charges of dog abuse that led to substantial fines and other sanctions. All of this ultimately led them to move away from the scene of the crime and give the true criminals, the dog heister’s, safety from prosecution and the need to continue to fain ignorance of the crime in the future. As upon return to the house right after the heist, one of the neighbors came over to ask if we had seen the dog, as it was missing. The response to that question was as bold as brass and false. “I was out most of the day and I have not seen anything. Sorry.” Nothing more shall be said of “The Dog Heist”.