Anger, rage, and ummm... foul language
People make me angry. Or more specifically, people in this godforsaken, fucking neighborhood I live in. I don't know who did it, although I have my suspicions, but someone shot Moose with a BB gun. While he was in the back yard. Not able to get out and actually bite whoever it was, which was probably a good thing, actually, since then they would have been able to seriously hurt him. Which he was not; hurt seriously. If it had to happen, having him get shot in the shoulder where it wouldn't actually kill him and where he couldn't get at it to lick it all the time, was probably the best that I could have been able to hope for.
I just don't get it, though. He's a small dog, in his own fucking yard, with an 8-foot fucking fence around it. It's not like he could jump the damn thing and eat anybody (although I'm sure he sounds like he'd like to when other dogs walk by).
Seriously. I just don't get it.
It makes me want to do something violent (right after I finish wigging out because somebody shot my dog).
It's been over a week, and I'm still angry about it.