Soft hair and a velvet tongue; I want to give you what you give to me

[lizblackdog]

*sigh* Remember my idiot neighbours with the continually-straying unfixed Staffie-mix puppything, the four Jack Russells, and not enough brains to use leashes on the main road?

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I walked past their house today, and a couple of the kids were playing in the front garden. I called out from a distance to make sure none of the dogs were loose, and the kid said: "Oh, we don't have the dogs any more, Mum got rid of them."

"Why?" I asked.

"She's got a new job and doesn't have time to look after them any more"

I honestly don't know what to think. The dogs might very well be better off because she was a shitty pet owner; but it's so unutterably depressing to hear the words "got rid of" in connection with a living, feeling creature.

Part of me wants to wonder what she did with them; most of me would be happier not knowing.

Comments

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

Rescues need to be snobs, at least up to a point. No point rescuing them just to pass them on to someone who doesn't know what they're doing.

[entorien.livejournal.com]

Amen to that.

This makes me think of what happened when I was about 14 years old...

I had grown up with a beautiful black Labrador, Bramble. He was the closest thing I had to a sibling. We played together all the time, he would guard me if there were any strangers nearby, I loved him to bits.

When my parents started having problems, just before they split up for good, my Mum suddenly had Bramble taken to the vet and put to sleep...

It was me and my Dad who loved and looked after him, and there was nothing wrong with Bramble, but that didn't stop her.

It's no wonder we don't get on at times. Although, my Dad was worse when he got a dog, but I'll leave that for another time.

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

What a horrible thing to do :(

*loves*