I looked it up in the dictionary... it wasn't in there.
you guys, i saw the worst thing i have ever seen in my life a few days ago.
i was driving down the road, like i do. and i noticed that the cars ahead of me kept stopping and going around something in the lane, i assumed it was like a box or something cuz pensacola seems to be a haven for cardboard boxes falling out of pick up trucks. but as i approached, i realized it was not a box. it was a golden retriever. dead. still on the leash. and an older woman was holding the leash and crying like a baby. i pulled off the road and looked through my car to see if i had anything at all to help move the dog with. another car pulled off in front to do the same. neither of us knew each other or the woman. another car stopped coming the other direction and called 911 to see what they should do, cuz it was a big ass dog. she didn't know the woman either. eventually, the woman's son came out with a tarp, he and the other guy sort of wrapped the dog up and moved it off the street while the other woman asked the 911 people what to do, and i found an old newspaper to add to the tarp, cuz it was clear and nobody needed to see all that mess. all of the woman's neighbors were just staring. watching. 3 total fucking strangers stopped to help, and her damn neighbors gawked. and i wanted to badly to find the car that hit this dog and run that asshole over 9 times. it broke my heart. i have seen plenty of animals that had been hit on the side of the road, but never one that had like JUST gotten hit 5 seconds ago. what kind of shit head does that, runs over someone's pet and just hauls ass? i mean i know, you gotta feel pretty shitty about doing that and not want to face the people whose pet you hit, but come on, help the woman out. have the decency to apologize. it was clearly an accident; the woman had put the leash on the dog to walk him, and he just ran. it happens. it's sad, but it happens. don't be an asshole and kill the dog and drive away. that's fucked up. i don't know what i'd do if i lost either of my babies. even though they destroy my house, it's worth it to know they're safely inside where cars don't tend to drive. i remember when brian told me his kitty got hit by a car, and i was like nooooo cuz his kitty was bad ass. *sigh* i don't know. i just don't get how people can be so mean. like i know i have a problem getting all anthropomorphic with my kitties, all kittes and puppies and fish and birds and hamsters...i know most people don't think of animals as people. and logically, they're not. but does that make them less important, less alive? if someone hit a fucking kid, they'd fucking stop! i could tell by the way the woman was crying and refusing to let go of the leash that it wasn't just some dog, some pet, some animal she had. it was family, and some asshole ran over it and left it dead. needless to say, i wasn't actually very helpful in the whole ordeal, but i tried, which is more than i can say for this woman's asshole neighbors.
now i'm not what one would call an "animal rights" type of girl. i love steak and bacon and chicken and turkey, my couch is suede and a number of my shoes and belts are leather. so it seems kind of hypocritical. i don't know. if someone had a pet cow, i wouldn't eat it. it's their pet. it's their family. any animal with a name doesn't get eaten. thems the rules.
and any fucker messes with my babies gets the claw end of a hammer to the skull.
i was driving down the road, like i do. and i noticed that the cars ahead of me kept stopping and going around something in the lane, i assumed it was like a box or something cuz pensacola seems to be a haven for cardboard boxes falling out of pick up trucks. but as i approached, i realized it was not a box. it was a golden retriever. dead. still on the leash. and an older woman was holding the leash and crying like a baby. i pulled off the road and looked through my car to see if i had anything at all to help move the dog with. another car pulled off in front to do the same. neither of us knew each other or the woman. another car stopped coming the other direction and called 911 to see what they should do, cuz it was a big ass dog. she didn't know the woman either. eventually, the woman's son came out with a tarp, he and the other guy sort of wrapped the dog up and moved it off the street while the other woman asked the 911 people what to do, and i found an old newspaper to add to the tarp, cuz it was clear and nobody needed to see all that mess. all of the woman's neighbors were just staring. watching. 3 total fucking strangers stopped to help, and her damn neighbors gawked. and i wanted to badly to find the car that hit this dog and run that asshole over 9 times. it broke my heart. i have seen plenty of animals that had been hit on the side of the road, but never one that had like JUST gotten hit 5 seconds ago. what kind of shit head does that, runs over someone's pet and just hauls ass? i mean i know, you gotta feel pretty shitty about doing that and not want to face the people whose pet you hit, but come on, help the woman out. have the decency to apologize. it was clearly an accident; the woman had put the leash on the dog to walk him, and he just ran. it happens. it's sad, but it happens. don't be an asshole and kill the dog and drive away. that's fucked up. i don't know what i'd do if i lost either of my babies. even though they destroy my house, it's worth it to know they're safely inside where cars don't tend to drive. i remember when brian told me his kitty got hit by a car, and i was like nooooo cuz his kitty was bad ass. *sigh* i don't know. i just don't get how people can be so mean. like i know i have a problem getting all anthropomorphic with my kitties, all kittes and puppies and fish and birds and hamsters...i know most people don't think of animals as people. and logically, they're not. but does that make them less important, less alive? if someone hit a fucking kid, they'd fucking stop! i could tell by the way the woman was crying and refusing to let go of the leash that it wasn't just some dog, some pet, some animal she had. it was family, and some asshole ran over it and left it dead. needless to say, i wasn't actually very helpful in the whole ordeal, but i tried, which is more than i can say for this woman's asshole neighbors.
now i'm not what one would call an "animal rights" type of girl. i love steak and bacon and chicken and turkey, my couch is suede and a number of my shoes and belts are leather. so it seems kind of hypocritical. i don't know. if someone had a pet cow, i wouldn't eat it. it's their pet. it's their family. any animal with a name doesn't get eaten. thems the rules.
and any fucker messes with my babies gets the claw end of a hammer to the skull.