I’m going to whine again. In fact I’ve done lots of whining, complaining, moaning, and yelling in the past few days. Another selfish, irresponsible half-witted moron has dumped dogs on us. I know, I know. The last dog just wandered down here. But believe me, these four little helpless puppies didn’t wander anywhere. They were dumped. And I’m angry because we have a history here on the hill. We’ve been stuck before with someone else’s unwanted puppies, dogs, cats, and kittens. I know the drill and I hate it.
First there is the problem of having them underfoot. They nearly knocked me down last night. (I may have to let new readers know that because of previous falls and breaks, and the screws currently in my leg, I am terrified of falling down.) Then there is the problem of feeding them. Not only is it costly, but the dogs (all 15+) across the street will come over and try to get the food. And we’ll spend weeks trying to find homes for them. In the meantime they’ll need shots. They’ll do puppy things like destroying flowerbeds and eating shoes. They’ll bark and whimper and want attention.
What is wrong with people? I feel like kicking something…and it isn’t the poor dogs.