So a few weeks back I rescued a shar pei pup that had been living (gasp) in a car and a 5th wheel with a woman who has cronically adopted and surrendered dogs when she “gets sick of them”
Rant #1 for this woman: Bitch, there is a special place in hell for people like you. You never took the poor thing to the vet, never had her spayed, never bathed her and fed her a rich diet that caused her to scratch her fur off. I’d like to cover you in honey and feed you to the fire ants. I’d like to stick you in a car for 6 months and leave you in a parking lot so you don’t mess in your low-rent trailer. Also, since I’m not an poor excuse for a human being like you, I’ll give you some company, let’s say the breeder who sold you the dog in the first place without any regard for how the animal would live…
Rant #2 (and the reason for the post): This one goes out to the scumbag who thinks I will allow her to adopt this dog. Your kids are the most ill-behaved bastards I’ve ever met. This is all your fault. You show up at my house with 3 horrid kids with lollypops who…are afraid of dogs! You allow them to throw rocks in my yard, pick up big sticks and swing them about with reckless abandon…all the while you play with the puppy. You can’t even take care of your own kids, why the hell should you get a dog?
You don’t pick up your terrified 3 year old who is being followed by the pup (who is just trying to play). I would have done it myself, but I was too busy prying your 5 year old off my deck landing that he was about to fall off of. You let your other 3 year old kiss the dog on the mouth. A dog you met for 20 minutes TOTAL. Great parenting, shitstick.
I had to tell these children that:
-I don’t have any soda…to which they replied, “What do you have?”
-I don’t have any videos they could watch
-They could not go in the house by themselves
-They should not pull up the metal fencing that is stuck to the ground over a big hole which has very sharp ends
-They could not give the pup a taste of their lolly
-They could not climb on the deck furniture
-They could not go “exploring” in my yard
-They could not take rocks out of the decorative creek and toss them where ever they wanted
I escorted all 3 of your wretched kids one by one to the bathroom, while poor excuse for a mom stayed outside. Um, hello, moron, you just met me and I can take your kid into my house unescorted?? You are a fucking idiot. Seriously I’d shot you with depo myself if I could.
Your kids all pulled my flowers off their stems.
You told me that none of the other rescue orgs would give you a dog because of the children and I was your last hope. Well, hope is over, shitbrain. You actually made a point of telling me that the kids would be out of the house during the day so the dog would get some peace. Oh, yeah, why don’t you just take her right now???
My husband and I have spent the last few weeks convincing this dog that she doesn’t need to sleep under a table, duck her head when you try to pet her and that olive oil does wonders for itchy dogs. She learned to “sit” in a day and never made a mess in my house. And I’m going to send her into the hellish existance you’ve created for yourself. No fucking way.
Unfortunately, this is one of the lightest horror cases I’ve seen as a foster mother for these little souls. And even more unfortunate is that this woman was the best “taker” so far!
(Oh, and this is not a slam on single moms, multi-kid moms or kids that go to daycare…I know all the prior mentions that are some of the best people on earth…I also know shitty people who do not fit into any of these categories)