Not catcher, killer. This K9 assassin is usually an old policeman
looking for a few extra pounds. He’ll {on demand of course} bring his old
hunting rifle and temporarily solve your stray dog situation. I currently have
around 8 or 9 miserable beasts that enjoy sleeping in front of my building and
digging comfortable holes under my car to while away the hot hours until its
cool enough to go sniff other dog’s asses and rummage through garbage{or
whatever unemployed dogs do}.
Not really an ideal solution but the only one unfortunately.
One of these fine mornings I’m going to step on some dog’s
tail and get rabies.
Tomorrow I’ll stop by the police station and grease some
hands then wait for a few days to wake up to a macabre version of
duck hunt .
