Good Deed

Yesterday, my fiance and I saw this mangy little dog trotting down the street. We had seen him a week or so earlier too. He had been sitting at our door one morning and following us around that day. I went inside to get a bowl of food and water for him while my fiance, Brendon, called the vet that was listed on his tag. The Vet office told us his name was Cinder and gave us a phone number to contact the owners. We called the number but it had been disconnected so they gave us the owners address. I'm not sure if that is legal but... We put Cinder on a leash and brought him into the back yard. I stayed with him while my fiance went to see if the owners were home. After about ten minutes Cinder started to freak out, he was yelping and trying to dig his way out of the back yard. I thought maybe he was just scared or didn't like being on a leash. Then I heard this woman calling his name. I asked if this was her dog. She said it was and came walking over. I thought she was going to be great full that we found him but I think she was pretty pissed. She must have thought we were trying to steal him. I told her we had seen him wondering around before and that we called the Vet but that they had given us another address. She sort of huffed and puffed and said "Yeah, we haven't changed it." Then I told her that we gave him food and water since we didn't know how long it had been since he ate and she rolled her eye's and said "Great." I couldn't believe it. All we were trying to do was help and she couldn't even say thank you. So much for a good deed.