The Dog Dilemma

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A dog shows up at a package deployment center with a package to deliver, but it is without an owner. The package they can handle. But what to do with the dog?

Submitted: August 15, 2016

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Submitted: August 15, 2016



A loveable looking lop-eared sheep dog showed up at the Rapid Delivery Deployment center, "RD-X", with a package in its mouth and a note attached to the package.

One of the RD-X clerks, Colton Fletcher, carefully wiped off the slobbery package and opened the envelope. There was a note inside which read, "My owner will soon be in a better place and this package needs to go to his son, who is living in Alaska. Enclosed, is the money to pay for the packages delivery.

The clerk called his supervisor to the counter and asked what to do, it was his last day at that facility and he did not want this situation to hinder that. It was best if he just passed the buck, up the ladder.

The supervisor checked the dog's tag and it just said, ("MOLLY"), there was no address or phone number.

Then the supervisor checked the envelope, and sure enough, there was just enough cash in the envelope to send the package to the address on the box; with a little change left over.

After totaling-up the transaction the supervisor put the receipt in the envelope and the envelope in the dog's mouth, thinking that the dog would return to whoever sent Molly into the RD-X office in the first place. But the dog did not move. The manager shrugged his shoulders and said, "She's bound to leave sooner or later," then he walked away.

After a while Colton, the clerk, gave Molly some water. Then another worker came by and gave the dog part of his lunch, which in turn prompted another worker to take the dog for a walk; so it would not do its business on his newly washed floors.

By early afternoon, Colton had notified management as to the statue of the package, and it's loosely attached dog.

A company "Public Relations" manager was dispatched.

It was nearing Christmas and the "PR" manager, a Ms. Darlene Malone, saw the perfect opportunity for some free publicity; the only cost involved would be for the dog to ride along with the package to its destination. Of course there would have to be a camera person and an interviewer to accompany the dog, you know, for publicity's sake.

Legal council said that there was no down side since she made every effort to contact the Son of the dog's owner, a Mr. Jonathan Molten, and to get his permission to transport the dog to Mr. Molton's residence. It would be a great PR story, but she should check with the advertising people.

Those advertisings people were all over it, they said that there was no real down side and that legal was wrong.

Their reasoning was, if the son accepted the dog then it would be a heartwarming story that corporate could use to bolster their holiday season image. The News Stations were always looking for those stories to dumb-down all the killings and tragedy that they report; thus, free media coverage. And then there was Twitter, they saw (Viral!).

If the Son did not accept the dog, then they were sure thousands of people would be clamoring to adopt her, thus removing Molly from their responsibility and providing another heartwarming story that corporate could use, and get free press from.

Ms. Malone soon found that the son lived Off-the-Grid, so to speak, and had only an address listed. So she took a PR chance and an additional attempt at a long over-due promotion for herself.

She assigned an interviewer and a camera person to the task, and then placed Molly in their care.

All the arrangements were made and Ms. Malone found that the transport would be quite simple. The dog and her escorts, with package in hand, would simply be transported by the same transports that the package would normally be taken on, first a truck would be taken to the airport, then onto a flight until they reached the terminal-hub, change planes, then off to Alaska. Once in Alaska they would be off to another distribution-hub, via truck. At that point they could simply ride with the driver that delivered in that area, the area noted on the packages address.

Boom, Boom, Boom, with the help and guidance of the employees everything went like clockwork. Soon they found themselves standing in front of a log-cabin in a snow covered wilderness area.

With camera rolling, as they say, and the interviewer attaching her Mic, they started toward the porch.

About that time a man came out the front door and cautioned, "I have contracted a Alaskan Tundra Virus, so for your sake it would not be a good idea for you to come any closer."

Well, everything had to be filmed from a distance and Molly delivered the package and letter to the porch; that was a touching scene filmed to perfection.

The man read the letter, shed a tear or two, and thanked them for their kind deeds; he would be more than happy to keep the dog.

"All this media footage would surely go Viral," thought the crew. It would also make great footage for the mainline Medias and for the companies Christmas advertisements.

Everyone waved goodbye and some tears were still seen as they drove away. And as they drove out of sight the son opened the door and said, "Hay Dad, Molly's here."


D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  08-14-2016


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