Feeling helpless is a truly awful feeling. There is not much like it in this world. This goes for all creatures, great and small. On a recent weekend, not only did I feel helpless, but I felt deep sorrow for helpless animals that the Fairfield Police Department did not feel as if they needed to waste their time bothering to check on.
On that Sunday afternoon, at the Starbucks by the intersection of Interstate 80 and Oliver Road, I overheard labored barking from the bed of a run-down Chevy pickup in the front of the parking lot. Encased in a camper shell were three to four puppies, barking and crying, unable to move because the rest of the camper shell was filled with trash, bottles and who knows what else.
When I walked around to the front of the truck, I was bewildered to find six more puppies laying in the front seat with the windows barely cracked, panting, also unable to move from being crammed in with so many other animals. The owners of the vehicle, and apparently the dogs as well, were two vagrant-looking individuals who had been inside of the Starbucks for quite some time.
I made a call to the local non-emergency line, telling the dispatcher about the situation at hand, and was told that an officer would take care of it. About 20 minutes later, a cop car entered the parking lot, made a quick loop and then exited the parking lot, not stopping to look at the truck whatsoever. I called back on the non-emergency line, bewildered by the officer’s action, and was told, quite rudely, that “the officer did what he saw fit,” and was hung up on.
Apparently, the officer didn’t care enough about the situation to be bothered with even checking on the poor animals, not to mention the dispatcher talking down to me.
Is this really who we want serving and protecting us?