The call came at about 6:45 this morning; Super was in the live trap we’d left in our neighbors’ yard. We went down to get him out, and hooked him up to our leash.
Which he bit halfway through, immediately.
The neighbor brought out a steel-corded run line for us to put him on, and I was able to walk him back down the street to our house. I got him into the garage. Up to the door. Halfway inside.
And then he slipped out of his collar and was gone.
I officially admit defeat. We’ve reset the trap and put in calls to both Animal Control and the rescue. Assuming we are able to capture him again, he’s going back. I’m sure someone can rehabilitate him, but it’s not us.
Why am I so sad about this stupid, infuriating dog??