To quote from the musical, WICKED, “no good deed goes unpunished.”
Ah the irony and truth. That’s been my experience mo’ often than not, lately.
There are too many for this Morselist to share, so here’s a taste.
BOOMERANG
Years ago I was moving into my new place, boxes and bags piled high into my small compact car and as I turned down my little street, I saw a boxer in the middle of the road, looking panicked. Without thinking, I immediately hit my brakes & opened my door, calling to the dog. He jumped right in clumsily traipsing over the crammed boxes. Dilemma: Now what? How was I going to drive? Did this dog have rabies? No…there was a collar and a dog tag that simply read, “BOOMERANG.” OK, now I knew the dog had a name and an owner. I was able to situate myself enough to drive a couple of miles to my new place & when I opened the car door, Boomerang bolted out running in the opposite direction towards a small neighborhood strip of shops. Holy Moly! I chased after my newfound rescue, calling at the top of my lungs, “Boomerang! Boomerang! Come back.” That in of itself is kind of ironic. Perhaps that was the reason he was given his name.
I finally made it breathless and sweaty (no, for this article, let’s say glowing) to Boomerang’s destination, a local nail salon. Immediately upon arriving, I heard horrifying growls & teeth revealing barks. The shop owner was screaming a gutteral cry, “GET YOUR DOG AWAY FROM MY POOPSIE!” Boomerang was attacking this woman’s tiny little poodle. OMG! “BOOMERANG! COME!” The shop owner is now attacking me, “YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF! WHAT KIND OF A DOG OWNER ARE YOU?! POOPSIE JUST GOT OUT OF SURGERY AND YOUR DOG RIPPED OPEN HER STITCHES! GET OUT OF MY SHOP & BRING YOUR WICKED DOG, TOO!” Remind you of another musical that follows Wicked?
On the verge of tears, humiliation & guilt, I cried, “He’s not even my dog. I just rescued him. I’m brand new to the area & he was in the middle of the street. I was just trying to help!”
“WELL, A FINE JOB YOU DID AND DON”T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING BACK TO MY SHOP EVER AGAIN! YOU’RE LUCKY I’VE A SWEET DISPOSITION. NOW GET OUT!”
So much for doing a good deed. I was finally able to get Boomerang back into my car and called the number on his dog tag for his owner to claim him, but not until he chewed through some of my boxes, and marked his territory on a few bags of my clothes.
Would I rescue a dog I saw in the middle of the street again? You bet I would! Some of us No good-good -doers just don’t learn!!
Love this story!! Is Boomerang still your dog? We love that you were glistening! 🙂
omg. so hilarious. of course:)
Ha! Very funny! And it says a lot about who you are that you not only did it once but would do it again!
Nice story!
You are a dog champion! I wish Boomerang had rescued Poopsie from that lady. GO MAURA! 🙂
Great story and well told! Best to you Maura.
This is ‘wickedly’ funny! `lol!! You have a knack for telling stories, Mo! Love it!! : )
Thanks so much! 🙂
“…AND DON”T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING BACK TO MY SHOP EVER AGAIN! ”
Wow, that’s too bad. Sounds like a lovely place run by a lovely person.
Very funny! Growing up, my mother had a little dashchund named “sweetie.” She was always getting out of the house and running around the neighborhood. Do you know how embarrasing it is to go outside yelling, “Sweetie, come home Sweetie!” On a side note, she died of a heart attack while barking at the mailman outside in the snow (a yappy little dog).
Maura, I liked your post. Remember, it is hard to account for a good deed in a the long run. BTW- thanks for the laugh “Boomerang, come back.” Good stuff.