Yeah, I've got your Biscuit

I consider myself a pretty understanding person. Although I may jump to conclusions sometimes, I always leave a little bit of room for me to have presumed wrong and will readily admit when I've not given someone a fair shake. Additionally, I've tried to avoid profanity here, as I want everyone to feel comfortable reading this blog.

I will warn you now that both items in the prior paragraph are violated in this post.

My anger cup runneth over.

You. Hey you. Yeah, you- the asshole who pulled over on the side of the road and dumped your dog on the street. You drove off without any regard for her even though she's, presumably, given you many years of her love and devotion.

What did you think would happen to her as you dumped her and ran on that rainy night? She's old. Probably as old as Kobe with cloudy eyes and stiff back legs. Seriously? You take her many years of youth and then just cast her away like fucking trash when she needs a bit more from you in her old age- only a bit more understanding and patience maybe?

No excuse you have will make any difference to me. Don't have the money for her medical needs? Not actually your dog and you don't want to take care of her? She doesn't get along with the spouse/girlfriend/kid/mother-in-law? There are appropriate solutions that do NOT include dumping your poor, elderly dog on the street. If you had cared enough about her to inquire about options, you would have had many to choose from.

You don't deserve to know the kind of life she is going to have now that she's finally rid of you. I could wish for you to feel the pain of abandonment in your own old age that you subjected this poor dog to - but that would be heartless...and I'm not like you.