A Sad, Disheartening Anecdote
 

I thought I'd share this, as it has sunk me into a depression this evening, and bolstered my already endless list of reasons to despise humanity.

I notice as I'm driving down my street that there is a dog loose. It's cavorting up and down the block, wandering into the road, etc. Now, if I haven't already made this known, I am an avid animal lover, especially dogs, and value their existence far more than that of humans, including my immediate family. This is not an exaggeration.

So naturally, I cannot ignore this. I get a leash and walk off in pursuit of this dog. He has wandered vaguely near a man outside mowing his lawn, so I ask the man if this is his dog. Meanwhile, the dog has walked over to me, licked my hand, and rolled over to have his belly scratched, so clearly this is no stray.

The man confirms that it's his dog, but that he doesn't want him anymore. I learn that he has asked random people (including me) if they want the dog, and when he couldn't find a taker, he simply let the dog loose to roam the streets. Apparently he couldn't be bothered taking the dog to the shelter. He simply LET HIM GO. Mind you, this dog is a German Shepherd puppy, only 5 months old, and would certainly end up hit by a car.

Needless to say, I pelted this degenerate with profanity. He waved some garden shears at me. I informed him that I would call the cops and have them take the dog to the shelter, and ensure that he get a ticket or some kind of violation notice, and he countered that he would simply say I took his dog. So I did take his dog. I stole it from his front lawn, but I'm sure he didn't mind, as he had let the dog loose anyhow.

I took the dog to the shelter myself. This was not a jaded, damaged animal but a friendly puppy that had gotten comfortable with a family and was suddenly discarded. As I was driving him there, he was trying to climb in my lap and lick my face.

My heart broke today. For the puppy (named Cavi), and for the human race.

Move to the UK. We're not especially better but... well, I'm here, and that's important.

Perhaps I will. I just recklessly quit my job, so now I'm directionless and willing to whore myself out internationally. Plus, you're there, and that's important.

Also, I believe labrador retrievers are the number one dog in the UK, and I like those. I'm convinced.

I let my friends move in last year who are very kind hearted toward animals howver their hearts are bigger than their bank account. They brought around 18 cats with them. They had plans of finding homes for them all which never happened. They have recently moved out and I have been taken over by a cat colony. Despite the irritation I love cats and cannot help but feel sympathy for them, but this is getting out of control.

I waz recklessly fired from mine. International whore could be a promising new career.

I understand how that can happen - I would likely take in every stray I saw if rationality didn't prevail. Ultimately hoarders do far more damage despite their intentions.

Well that was rather rude. I do believe that the international whore industry is recruiting.

Seriously, and on a tangent, I was offered a position that gave me a myriad of location choices, including Italy, France, Spain, Ireland, and the UK. However, it is in the insurance industry. I can't decide if the chance to uproot outweighs the certain slow death I will experience by working in insurance.

Dogs rule.

Yes they have become hoarders and now I am stuck with all these cats until they take them somewhere. I already have enough pets and ppl to take care of.

I would seriously take an international job in a heartbeat. Insurance does not sound very fun though I really don't know wtf I am going to do. I enjoy being home with my kids, but I live in the woods and am starting to go stir crazy.

human beings are a cancerous stain. very few have any redeeming value whatsoever.

saddened. not surprised.

it's almost time to set the whole shithouse to burn.

fuck....I wish my dog would come back :-(.....He ran away 9 days ago

My brother's dog died a few weeks ago. It was the first I've ever heard him crying.

I've had parents die, and the only time I cried was when I put my dog to sleep.

I'm sorry, that's a terrible feeling. Good luck.

This IS depressing. And that's unusual, because I was under the impression that generally, fixing a dog is supposed to improve its health. I could be mistaken. Is it an elderly dog? I suppose if my gender identity were robbed from me, I would be a bit taciturn too.

I should note, that I like big hairy goofy dogs. I have not an ounce of affection for small, yappy, nippy little rodents of dogs. They can be exterminated.

From Nega Mezlakia's autobiography Notes from the Hyena's Belly

My brother's dog looked like a cross between all the above and a dead chicken before being stuffed. He did to my eyes.

Then I likely would've assassinated it myself.

Had I known the outcome of his death, my hands would have happily built the bridge between life and canine heaven for him.

"Edgy"

hey dr. glice, would you, in your esteemed opinion, call savage clone a counter-troll or a white knight?

I want to say counter-troll because it has a greater potential for laughter, but the glare coming off of his warhorse is blinding me.

WHITE?

Every good thread must suffer from ''difficult second page syndrome''. There is no cure. Yet.

yes. dr. glice, phd etc & suchforth

he'll know what to do.

everybody STAY CALM!!!!!!!

OMGG its genital death!!! PANIC NoW!!!!

"Some of YOU"

I love sanctimonious crap, especially when it is really long-winded.

At least the part about dog-breeding being creepy eugenics was good.

glice likes Jung girls.

I told you he can help.

Sea/ piss... you know the drill. I like Drone. He's one of the good ones. Meh/ meh/ let's call the whole thing off.