The dog days of summer -- the hot period from July into September -- usually means the sound of the cicadas to me. I don't hear them much in NYC. What I do hear, via the google searches, leading readers to MotherPie, is that the dead dog in a suitcase story continues. Google "dead dog in suitcase story" and the MotherPie article Dead Dog Story? Not My Daughter is right at the top of the search. What started as a funny story (real or not) at the first of last April became not too funny (for us) when grandmother ceased correcting the facts.
The original story is funny as we experienced it. My youngest daughter sent me an email a few weeks ago with links to the MotherPie story, written by the author of a NYC blog alongthoselines who wrote about the story in April but had the setting in NYC.
If you heard this story from my mother, you might think that it
really was my daughter who went to house sit and found the beloved dog
dead. The owners instructed the dog to be taken to the vet. Hauled in
a suitcase and on the way to the vet, a guy offered to help
with the suitcase only it turned into a mugging and a suitcase theft. The story does have all the gripping saga elements: the innocent girl, death, intrigue, loss, victim, attacker...
The story made the rounds later in April and the NYC blogger, via the email I received, pegged it to as early as January '05. There is a new story about a dead dog in a freezer -- it is from Germany where there are laws about dead animal cadaver removals.
So, if you are one of the 14 or so readers daily coming to MotherPie from googling the Dead Dog in a Suitcase Story, maybe this will help straighten out the facts. Regardless, welcome to
MotherPie and thanks for your attention to the content you find here.
Most of it is much more relevant. Gossip has its place, even in the
new media. Perhaps especially on blogs. Urban legends. Just remember:
it was not my daughter.
11/13/08 update: The Dead Dog Story Goes Visual