That evening we tried everything possible, we did a stakeout, hoping they’d walk Corky or someone would have recognized him. My husband stood there, in the midst of drug deals, police alarms and the like, trying to get people to throw him a bone, no pun intended. With no progress, my husband had to leave for a work related obligation,. He then wound up speaking with a tenant who actually knew someone in the same building we were staking out. They went over together, but weren’t successful and had to leave because it was getting late, and of course much more dangerous since the people in the area assumed my husband was a cop. The next morning at 5am, my husband went out to talk to people at the building, while I watered the plants, Sean was there with one of our tenants, trying to exchange money for information. One child even said "I recognize that dog, I kicked him yesterday", which was so miserable. At around 5:30am, our tenant went into the building, with his ear to doors, trying to see if he could hear a dog, his method, although not exactly scientific, proved to be successful. He came back down and told my husband he found the apartment, and my husband sent him up with money, although money could never replace Corky, the type of person who steals a beloved animal is an animal themselves, who responds to monetary exchanges.
With $500 in hand, our tenant went up, and came back down about 15 minutes later, with a scared, dirty, white Maltese, OUR CORKY!! What makes this is even worse, is that Corky had tags on the entire time, so if these people were decent human beings, they would have returned Corky. I suppose they did not feel any remorse for taking him from in front of our home, or they would have called us or brought him back. Not to mention they had definitely seen the flyer, with over 1,000 being disbursed.
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