Please forgive me for the background necessary for my rant. I live in a multi-family victorian in the lovely city of Worcester, MA. This is an urban area. There are no grassy meadows, Bambi is not frolicking in my backyard, the nearest park is currently hosting a crack-whore covention.
I, dog-lover extraordinaire, cried for you my dear upstairs neighbor when your precious dog was hit by a car two years ago. I did however, question the wisdom of ever letting him off leash and suggested this was not a good idea. You told me dogs should run free and you had trained yours to stay in the driveway and our postage stamp sized front yard.
Six months ago you brought home a darling puppy, trained him and nurtured him, we all loved him. Well, your fucking half-assed training methods have ruined my day, my week and my year yet again. I had a job interview yesterday at 9. I walked outside to get in my car and head off to convince the powers that be to hire me. Just as I was getting in my car, I was privileged to witness your dog, roaming off-leash, dart after a squirrel and get eviscerated by a speeding garbage truck.
The remains were spread across the street and completely across the exit of my driveway. Your negligence meant that should I wish to attend my interview I would have to ignore your weeping and blithely further flatten what was left of your dog. Being human I was forced to call a taxi, pay $30 each way, be ridiculously late for the interview, and not get the job. I had a lovely nightmare last night, and came off like a stuttering idiot at my interview.
Really I’m not unsympathetic but are you really and honestly that fucking stupid. If you have some fantasy that your dog is home on the range taking care of the cattle could you please move elsewhere. Seeing what happened to your dog was traumatic. You have made it clear that you view this as an unfortuate accident. Well … if i piss in my pants once it’s an accident. Twice it’s a bladder control problem. Get a grip.
ps. I know this is not a quality rant, but believe it or not I am traumatized and nothing says love like sharing your trauma.
I’m so sorry you had to see that. I’m also sorry you lost your chance for that job. Damn, those people just suck.
It is a quality rant, never fear. And you get extra respect since you’re from Wistah.
Your upstairs neighbor is an ignorant, selfish, stupid knob who should never be allowed to own an animal again.
I grew up in a rural town (outside Wistah) where lots of people in my neighborhood did let their dogs run free, and it was sort of nice to see old Buddy from up the street run by my house on his way to visit other dogs, smell new things, play with neighborhood kids, etc. Until you see the mailman scraping Buddy off his front fender. And then find his successor, Blackie, in a ditch with ribs poking out of his side and screaming, literally screaming like a child, in pain until my nextdoor neighbor shot him to put him out of his misery (I told you it was rural). And then find Speedo the greyhound (same owners as Buddy and Blackie) dragging his destroyed hind leg onto your lawn. Speedo finally broke my mom - she and I lifted him onto a board and drove him up the street to his owner’s house. She called them (nice, middle class couple with kids who owned local businesses) outside and said “YOU DID THIS TO YOUR DOG BY BEING IRRESPONSIBLE ASSHOLES. I AM TAKING HIM TO THE VET RIGHT NOW, AND WILL SEND YOU THE BILL. BUT FIRST I WANT YOU TO TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID. I HAD BETTER NEVER, EVER, EVER SEE YOU OWN A DOG AGAIN.”
I love my mom.
Great line- and very true. Sorry you had to go through this mess. What an irresponsible twat.
Zette
[hijack] hey mags! you know how to spell wistah! right on! i wasted a large portion of my irreplaceable youth in wormtown. [/hijack]
terrible thing about the dog, riley.
I always preferred the wistah spelling to the more popular woosta. To further appreciate the idiocy those who are familiar with wistah should know I live in Main South. Lovely area.
i used to live on beacon street behind the dunkin donuts. cross street, i think, may? isnt that where the penny wise is/used to be? long time ago…
i went to worcester dynamy, and stayed to do drugs and play d&d with some townies. later on spent three semesters at worcester state before transferring to umass and getting the hell out of wormtown. hey riley, is main south seafoods still there?
Siding with riley on a number of things, primarily how much of a clueless assmunch that “dog lover” neighbor is. Secondly on the spelling of Woostah. Ain’t never heard it called Wistah.
So magdalene, where did you grow up? I probably know the place.
No Main South seafoods. I live on Woodland Street half block from the Pennywise. [hijack] Pennywise is the greatest model of American capitalism in existence. Knowing that the bulk of their clientelle are drunks and bums who make a living off of deposits on cans they set up a “Professional Canner’s Redemption Center”. You can’t redeem your cans or bottles there unless you meet the minimum of 25. They also sell single cigarettes, single hot dogs for 25 cents, and single beers. They have a washer and dryer as well as a privacy screen so those folks with one change of clothes need not expose their unmentionables to prying eyes.
Lest someone misinterpret this is not said to put down these people, more to marvel at the proprietor’s ability to suck every last penny out of an impoverished pool of customers
Don’t want to publish too many geographic details here - Maybe we can have a holiday Dopefest at the Webster House or something.
instead of the webster house, howsabout dinner at the wonder bar followed up by catching duke levine at gilrains? then an after hours boozy run to the miss worcester for coffee and homefries. talk about old home week! only thing missing is coney island. (didya catch zippys paean to the place, in a sunday strip, no less!)
olentzero, the reason wistah applies is cuz thats how the natives pronounce the place. not ‘woos’ but ‘wis.’
and riley, i left town in '85. hot dogs at the pennywise havent gone up a frickin penny! thats a hoot. woodland st, lemme guess, youre a clark alum.
I am indeed a Clark alum, but I am an alum that has stayed in town six years after graduation. Was heartbroken that my fave joint, the Kenmore diner, burnt down in the big warehouse fire. Had to be the only diner in existence open from 11 pm to 11 am. Webster house would be lovely. I also love my House of India.
fervent apologies to all bbq’ers for the hometown hijack. if youve never been, theres no better place to discuss wistah than the pit, really.
fuck all irresponsible pet owners!