Caught in A Trap

Message #2286341, posted on 08-22-11 @ 10:40 am EDT,

by: lesdonks (13)



Subject: Caught in a trap!



In North Charleston, a violent crime city, I was the only, and the best, Animal Control officer. They stole me from Charleston County, offering higher pay. It was a tough job for a petite, nintey seven pound lady like me. At the time I was in my twenties with long, dark hair. I didn't look the part of an Animal Control Officer. But I was good and resourceful.

I didn't let my size be a disadvantage and developed my own style. One of my many duties was to trap feral dogs. The trap was home made out of plywood and chain link fence that was roomy enough for a large dog. The entrance was a piece of wood that dropped down when the dog took the bait. I caught many dogs in that trap!

That was easy, the hard part was pulling wild dogs out of the trap with a choke stick.I would drag feral or wild dogs out of the trap. The dog trap was used and chewed and smelled foul, like dead chickens and nasty mange and other unpleasant odors. I used my leverage and somehow transfered it to the dog cage in the bed of the truck. Though the cage was empty it was difficult to put the trap on my tailgate. Remember, I had no help.

Though it was a struggle, I had my own way to deal with the situation. I used my choke stick on the feral dogs. Then I removed the cage and trap from my ancient Chevy truck. I headed for the pound. I would use my chokestick for the struggle yet to come. Handling any wild animal is a lot of work.

I promptly returned to the North Charleston Police Department, and managed to pull and push the empty old trap into the parking lot. It needed a lot of cleaning after the feral dog made such a nasty mess. I didn't have any rubber gloves. But I believed it is easier to wash my hands.

After I used my hose, I squeezed into the trap to clean it better. I accidentally touched the greasy old bent nail that served as a trigger. The front door closed tightly. "Oh Oh!" I muttered. There was no one around to help me! The the police/fire department parking lot was empty and no telling how long I would be stuck in the smelly cage.

I called out, but it was no use. I was in the police parking lot in the middle of the day, and no one was around to hear my pleading. It was a blazing, hot day in August and I stayed, cramped in the trap for at least an hour. I had to go to the bathroom, and needed to get out of that nasty trap! God was on my side that day.

A nice fireman, going on duty, heard my hoarse voice begging for help. It took him about a minute to see where the voice came from. I started laughing when the nice fireman pulled up the door and I crawled out of my trap! I asked him not to tell anyone.

Ha! Before the day was over, I think I heard every joke the cops and firemen could come up with that day. I now understand why dogs captured in my cage are bouncing around and attempting to bite. I used the hose from then on when cleaning the old trap. I knew better than to crawl inside of the cage. I was going to make sure someone was around and stay out of traps.