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call it a rant, call it a vent w/e
about 5 years ago, i was going through more or less hell. I wont get into details but my family had apparently put me on a "suicide watch" (suicide was the last thought on my mind though) and they would come and check on me every day until they felt i was doing better, i only say this to help you get a grasp of how serious the situation was, not to ask for pity
one day my mother showed up at my door with a little puppy black lab, hoping it would cheer me up. And ya know what it? it did, I grew more attached to this lil bugger than i was with my own brother. I named him "Doug" after one of my old friends who died in a car wreck. And I went everywhere with this damn dog.
ANYWAYS, despite all that, the last 2 years ive had to leave him back with my mother, as the place where I live doesnt allow big pets. I visit him every chance I get, probly 3 times a week. And I go out and play fetch with him, or just sit outside with him and chill.
Just recently though, the neighborhood meterman let the dog out of the gate, not once, but twice, and now Doug thinks of nothing more than getting out of the yard, and just running around, So we have resorted to chaining him up, which to be honest, is just plain cruel to do to a dog who has had his free run of a huge yard his entire life. (huge in comparison to the 15 foot circle he has now)
Even though he knows where "home" is, (as he always comes back after a few hours when he gets out) My mother lives next to the Middle school, where there is tons of traffic. And I dont need to tell you who wins in a fight between a black lab, and a school bus. And i dont want that to happen to my dog.
anyway, to the "meat" of this story.
Her grand idea was to get the dog fixed, so that he wouldnt feel like digging out from underneath the fence anymore, because she seems to think that all he wants to do is get laid, I couldnt help but tell her "YOUR CUTTING OFF HIS ****ING NUTS NOT HIS PAWS, HES STILL GONNA ****ING DIG OUT", she hung up on me at this point
the thing that pisses me off is this, she knows how much I care about my dog, Like I said i go to HER house to vist the DOG, NOT HER. and she did this without so much as telling me about it until after she scheduled an appointment.
it is my ****ing dog, and even if by some slim chance she is right and he stops trying to dig out, keeping him chained up to a tree is FAR more humane than removing his "manhood", I want MY doug, not a half dead, depressed eeyore acting shell of what he used to be.
/end rant
this is the most recent picture of him, guess which one is me (hint, im the huge fat bald guy XD)
and btw, yes my cousin (theother person in the picture) does listen to afi, can hardly tell by lookin at him eh?
(the picture may not show it, but he has the perfect emo kid hairdo =P)
about 5 years ago, i was going through more or less hell. I wont get into details but my family had apparently put me on a "suicide watch" (suicide was the last thought on my mind though) and they would come and check on me every day until they felt i was doing better, i only say this to help you get a grasp of how serious the situation was, not to ask for pity
one day my mother showed up at my door with a little puppy black lab, hoping it would cheer me up. And ya know what it? it did, I grew more attached to this lil bugger than i was with my own brother. I named him "Doug" after one of my old friends who died in a car wreck. And I went everywhere with this damn dog.
ANYWAYS, despite all that, the last 2 years ive had to leave him back with my mother, as the place where I live doesnt allow big pets. I visit him every chance I get, probly 3 times a week. And I go out and play fetch with him, or just sit outside with him and chill.
Just recently though, the neighborhood meterman let the dog out of the gate, not once, but twice, and now Doug thinks of nothing more than getting out of the yard, and just running around, So we have resorted to chaining him up, which to be honest, is just plain cruel to do to a dog who has had his free run of a huge yard his entire life. (huge in comparison to the 15 foot circle he has now)
Even though he knows where "home" is, (as he always comes back after a few hours when he gets out) My mother lives next to the Middle school, where there is tons of traffic. And I dont need to tell you who wins in a fight between a black lab, and a school bus. And i dont want that to happen to my dog.
anyway, to the "meat" of this story.
Her grand idea was to get the dog fixed, so that he wouldnt feel like digging out from underneath the fence anymore, because she seems to think that all he wants to do is get laid, I couldnt help but tell her "YOUR CUTTING OFF HIS ****ING NUTS NOT HIS PAWS, HES STILL GONNA ****ING DIG OUT", she hung up on me at this point
the thing that pisses me off is this, she knows how much I care about my dog, Like I said i go to HER house to vist the DOG, NOT HER. and she did this without so much as telling me about it until after she scheduled an appointment.
it is my ****ing dog, and even if by some slim chance she is right and he stops trying to dig out, keeping him chained up to a tree is FAR more humane than removing his "manhood", I want MY doug, not a half dead, depressed eeyore acting shell of what he used to be.
/end rant
this is the most recent picture of him, guess which one is me (hint, im the huge fat bald guy XD)
and btw, yes my cousin (theother person in the picture) does listen to afi, can hardly tell by lookin at him eh?
(the picture may not show it, but he has the perfect emo kid hairdo =P)