We live in a disposable society. Everything from a disposable razor to disposable diapers to paper plates. We don’t want to take the time to change a metal blade, or wash poopy diapers or do the dishes when 10 of our friends come over for dinner. It’s easier, and in some cases cheaper to replace rather than repair many of our daily use items. Portable radios, toasters, even some computers are cheaper to replace than to repair. I just can’t see applying this concept to anything living. So this post is To the Cold Hearted, Spineless, Uncaring Horrible Person who dropped off a puppy in the county on Thanksgiving Day.
Shame on you. I’m glad that you didn’t drop your baby on my doorstep. Do you realize that you could drop him off at the Humane Society? Or did you just not think that he was worth that kind of time? Did you not want to waste the $10 stray fee so you could save it for your beer? I hope you at least took the money you saved and bought something nice for a loved one or fed someone who was hungry and had no food. Sadly enough, I don’t think that is the kind of person you are.
Let me tell you how my Tuesday morning went.
Follow up:
After hoping all weekend in vain that the adorable little pup would go home to his adorable little boy, I started my day chasing this dog around my yard and up and down the street, then trying to bribe him into my car (the last car ride for him didn’t go so well, I wouldn’t want to get back in a car either) and then finally 2 pairs of muddy jeans, a pair of white muddy shoes and an hour and a half later he is in a portable kennel and packed into my car. The sad little puppy and I begin our journey into town, and after a phone call to my husband about whether we should take him to the pound or keep him I am in tears and the puppy is whining. We arrive at the Humane Society and I am still sobbing and the puppy has finally quieted down, maybe he thinks if he is quiet I will forget he is back there and I will head back home. We sit outside for about an hour debating whether we should really take him inside or if we should just take him home and love, feed and take care of him because he didn’t ask for any of this to happen to him. Reluctantly and still in tears, we take the puppy inside and hand him over. This took about 5 minutes. We signed our name and paid our $10 and we could have left but I think my husband wanted to wait and see if I changed my mind. The worker told us he probably was an English Shepherd mix and was about a year old, I suppose you already knew this, right?
It’s now Thursday and I have slept a few hours here and there but I mostly feel really bad about lowering myself to your level and dumping the dog off making it someone else’s problem. The only solace that I have is that I did it the right way; at least I took him somewhere that he would have food and shelter.
This afternoon, I returned the Humane Society and was prepared to pick up the puppy and take him home to be my puppy because sometime your pet finds you and he needed a new loving home and I am going to give it to him because he deserves it for being treated so poorly like a piece of trash that was so easy for you to dispose of. I now must wait until Sunday because of a state mandated 5 day observation period and I must pay $35 to adopt him even though I was the one who brought him.
If this was your dog, you owe me $45 (which I would have gladly paid you for this puppy). Don’t get me wrong, it’s not about the money. It never was. It’s about lack of respect for the living, whether it’s a dog, a cat or another human being. I feel blessed to have a new addition to our family.
I think I’ll name him Lucky.
said on : 12/05/08 @ 12:59
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