So I was outside my favourite pub tonight having a cigarette, and I heard the prolonged barking of a dog from a nearby house, the owner of both I know well. Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, etc., except this time the barking was not quite so aggressive as usual. Then I noticed the veterinary van parked outside, and surmised the worst.
This dog is not very well liked amongst close neighbours and passers-by, not because it is vicious toward humans, but because it will do it's damnedest to kill any other dog which walks anywhere near it's wide-ranging territory, and this is/was one big dog. It looked like a cross between Huskie and Wolf, and I really think it may have been just that. Bark, bark, bark, bark. I finished my fag, then went back to the beer inside.
I timed my second smoke very well in a way, because I went out to see the female vet carefully open the back door of the van, then go back inside the house, leaving that door open as well. Uh-oh...
The next thing I saw was two vets carrying a stretcher with the covered corpse of what must have been a very large dog (it took two of them to load it into the back of the van), with the owner - a friend of mine of long-standing - in tears as she escorted them out with their load. The two vets must have waited an age before giving the lethal injection, and I don' blame them - that was, as I said, a HUGE dog.
Turns out it had lung-cancer, and also turns out that their immediate neighbours have been accusing the owner of smoking in front of the dogs. Bollocks. Dog's Bollocks, in fact.
Anyway, the upshot is that all the little mutts in the hood will breath a little easier tonight. RIP Hell-Hound.