Another guy walked by and I asked him if he knew the dog. This was about the 6th or 7th person we asked. He said, "Oh yeah, it lives down that street by the second pole. Lives with the Mexicans." This neighborhood is ALL Asian and Mexican it seems. So we follow the dog down the street and she stops at this dilapidated old house with a wood door that is falling apart. She starts sniffing the door, so I knock. I hear kids screaming, and then a lady yells, "What? Who is there?" I ask if she lost her dog. She comes to the door looking like she is about to give birth, and says, "Oh yeah." The dog goes inside and she is just staring at us. We tell her that the dog was wandering around at 7th and Reed, no collar, and seems to have a UTI. I advised her to take the dog to a vet. She just nodded and smiled, didn't seem thankful at all... didn't notice that her 90lb dog was not in her house! Ugh, I"m happy the dog is home, I just wish it was a better home. What an ordeal!
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