I am a die-hard dog lover. My husband sometimes gives me grief because he says I love them more than people. Will you who understand tell him to lay off? I won't completely deny his accusations though I won't confirm them either. The way I see it, they are these perfect little beings that are designed to love from the moment of birth to the moment of death. You're fat, skinny, stupid, smart, live in a big house or small... they will love you desperately either way. So, you can imagine my absolute anguish (I'm not being dramatic. I think anguish describes it.) when I read this story this morning. Warning: it's not happy. Why do I feel the need to share it with you? Because I am sad so I want you to be sad with me.
(Spoiler alert: I cannot believe this dog could survive a suicide bomber but NOT an idiot employee at a U.S. shelter. It makes no sense. I hope the employee is canned. He gives the dog 2 days?!?? What the? I am usually more forgiving than this but right now I'm just pissed.)
On a brighter note, December is on its way and so is my fanshmamtastical favorite things!
And another brighter note, I signed up to be a volunteer at a no-kill animal shelter this morning (my completely small part in this sad story)! Hopefully I'll bring a little lovin' in to these dogs lives (and hopefully I won't bring every one home with me).