To the people down the street that leave their dog out on a chain:Hi, I’m the lady with the tw
To the people down the street that leave their dog out on a chain:Hi, I’m the lady with the two Great Dane’s. You probably don’t know me since you never see me when I walk by day after day, but I know your dog. What is he? A Rottweiler/Lab mix, right? He’s a cutie. I can tell he’s a senior from the white on his muzzle and speckling throughout his coat, the way he pushes himself to stand up when I walk by, and his exhausted “jump-up-and-down” bark. Even though he barks every time I walk by, I’ve grown somewhat attached to this chained up mystery dog. What could be his name? He looks like a Rodney. We’ll call him Rodney from now on: Rodney The Chained. I walk my dogs often. Two to three times a week. Even when I used to walk them everyday, I never missed my couple anxiety filled minutes with Rodney barking at us with each step. At first, I would smile at him. “Oh he’s such cute senior. Look at him trying to act all tough,” I’d say to Meg. Then my smile would fade more and more with each passing week. My smile has now turned into a full-blown frown. I sympathize with this dog. It is 83 degrees today. Can you imagine how hot his fur and paw pads get lying in the heat all day? I was sweating as if I just came out of the gym just from walking in it for an hour. I can’t even imagine adding two layers of fur onto my body and then doing the same. I’m sorry, let me correct myself. I don’t WANT to imagine it. Poor, sweet Rodney. I noticed you had a sock on today. At first, I laughed thinking that you somehow caught it on yourself but as I continued to scan you and notice that it was firmly tied around your paw, it became more clear. You were wearing that sock because you had sunburned your paw pad. My frown has now turned to furrowed brows and an aching heart. I am pissed. Why is Rodney still out in the scorching hot sun? Why had they not learned their lesson from the sunburnt paw? Do they know that it is sunburned or do they think it’s some mystery injury? I don’t understand. The only somewhat acceptable analogy I can come up with is that your owners leave you outside when they aren’t home. This is STILL not acceptable to me. It is still cruel and inconsiderate but you seem well fed. Maybe not loved… but at least they care enough about you to feed you, right?Later, as I pulled up in my car to take your photo… I noticed a new car in the driveway. Someone’s home! They took Rodney inside, right?!No.They got here before me, and I watched for five minutes before rolling off. Rodney was still laying on the hot pavement of the driveway, staring at the other side of the street.So tell me owners, why did you decide to invest in taking care of Rodney for the rest of his senior life and then come to the conclusion that he is not worth air conditioning, carpeted/hardwood floors that do not have sun rays constantly heating it, or the company of people? Was he an impulse decision because rescuing has now become a fad? Was he another family member’s pet and you were his last resort before the pound? Or did your kids want a puppy, you were solely relying on them to take care of him, and they didn’t? Or has the honey moon phase ended, and you don’t acknowledge his wonderful, beautiful existence like you used to?So which one is it, pieces of fucking shit? -- source link
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