We decided to get a puppy. I wanted something little and foo-foo, but Mark wanted something big and burly. I decided that this was not a fight that I cared to win, so off we went to look for our large new family member. We went to so many PetSmart's, clinics, and places we found on Craigslist. Mark finally found the one he wanted. She was a little white pitbull with a brown patch and blue eyes. He fell in love right away. I, of course, protested that pitbulls are mean and nasty. Then again, I know very little about dogs, and was told I was wrong by just about every animal-loving person we encountered. Mark was like a giddy little girl when he left to go get his 8 week old puppy.
He named her Ezra. He thought he was naming her after a girl in the Bible. Someone needs to read up.
Ezra became Mark and Izaiah's BFF right away. She was the best little puppy and loved to snuggle.
Our sweet next door neighbor, Maya. She loves Ezra :)
One day, DeAndre and I were staying home for the day, and Mark left for work. He let Ezra out in the backyard, knowing that we would soon wake up and let her back in. When I woke up, she was gone. We assumed she had gotten out of the fence
somehow. We posted fliers all over the neighborhood. 150 to be exact. The next morning, all but two signs were taken down. Mark was devastated. Was our puppy stolen?
A neighbor with surveillance cameras offered to try to catch the people who were tearing down the signs, so we placed fliers all around his house. Sure enough, two different men came by, trying to sneakily tear down the signs. We caught their faces and car on camera, but no license plate number.
Then Mark received a phone call from "S". "S" said he had our puppy, and if we wanted her back, we needed to pay him and his partner $200. They asked Mark to meet them right away, and gave him an address not far from where we live. Before I could stop him, off Mark went to rescue little Ezra. When he got to the address, they said that they needed the money before they would give her back. They claimed that they bought her off of a breeder and wanted their money back. Mark didn't have the money yet, so they called and called, badgering him to come up with it. The police got involved and planned a little sting.
In the meantime, "S"s girlfriend called and told Mark that Ezra kept biting her child and she wanted Ezra gone immediately. We assumed that S and his partner had her call to put pressure on us. Finally, a week after she disappeared, the police devised a plan. The girlfriend called and said to come get Ezra. She gave him a different address, as well as her cell phone and home phone number. As soon as Mark left, S called and was a little upset to learn that his girlfriend had been calling Mark. I guess she REALLY wanted to get rid of Ezra. Mark arranged to meet S at a gas station to make the exchange. Undercover cops waited and watched from nearby. S told Mark inside the gas station that once he had the money, he would have his partner bring Ezra to the gas station. Mark declined. S got upset. Cops busted in, cuffed S. S finally cracked after half an hour in the back of the blazing hot squad car. Cops went and rescued Ezra, and back home she came!
I'm sure I don't need to tell you how relieved we all were. It appeared that they did not feed her much, and she had lots of scrapes under her belly. Once she got home, she slept for forever, and it took a few days for her to return to her sweet, energetic self.
A little word to the thieves who thought they could
actually get away with their little dognapping:
"You are so dumb. You're really dumb, for real!" Ten points if you can name that quote.
Moral of the story, kids, is DON'T LEAVE YOUR PITBULL IN THE BACKYARD IN SOUTH CITY! Apparently pitbulls make good fighting dogs (who knew) who in turn make lots of money.
WELCOME BACK EZRA!!!!!!!!!
This looks really uncomfortable but they slept this way for hours!
