Not a funny story or long drawn out diatribe. Just an update I should have done a while ago. About 9 weeks ago, I drove past Marmaduke's street and saw a limping dog which looked vaguely familiar. I thought nothing of it and kept going. Not even thinking about it, I let it go until I drove past the place again about 6 weeks ago. Surely enough sitting on the corner wrapped up with one front leg missing was Scrappy Doo.

According to the old lady who works at the little corner store, he was chasing some kid who darted across a major intersection. With Old Yellar in hot pursuit the kid fell while trying not to get hit by a car. Lassie couldn't stop in time and was sideswiped and left in the middle of the street until his owner came.

Now I feel horrible for this but dammit you shouldn't have a dog that chases everything and not have his ass chained down.