This is the only place I can think to put this. And I don't know why I'm writing this at all apart from maybe 'better out than in'. Because this has been shitting me up for 2 weeks. Remember my dog-kicking neighbours? The ones who you can sense when they're outside the house because there's this really weird... atmosphere? Think I mentioned it a while back. The dog they kicked in the stomach on the front drive, died a week later (RSPCA inspector told me it had cancer - they were annoyed as it got out of the boot too slowly for their liking after returning from the vet. No marks on it - black lab - and I didn't film it so the upshot was it never happened, apparently - the fact they had been 'going backwards and forwards to the vet' meant they were good dog owners). Later, they got another black lab - this one badly emaciated. I didn't ring RSPCA because what's the fecking point when they do sod all. But I sort of meant to then - it could only have been 1 or 2... we saw it less and less (they never walked it) and... one day we realised we hadn't seen it or heard it for a while. That was back in the spring. We suspect this time they dumped it somewhere as they didn;t seem to have buried it in the garden.
Anyway, two weeks back... they went out and came back holding a puppy. My heart was fecking breaking although I guess it was inevitable. Now they take the kids to the taxi that picks em up for school at the top of the garden each day, holding on to this dog, showing it to the other kids in the taxi, all over it like a rash... publicly, anyway. It looked to be 8 weeks and possibly a golden retriever, I ain't sure. The little girl - who stood and watched impassively when they were kicking the daylights out of Dog 1 - has been standing out there with them, making a fuss of this little pup as if nothing ever happened. I don't get it. I know a (very likely) abused kid knows no different and is probably living in fear herself - but I'd have torn my dad's legs off if he'd kicked a dog, whether I'd been 5 or 15. It makes no sense to me.
I just needed to get that out, somewhere.
What idiots sold these evil prats a puppy? They give off this horrible vibe, just when you look at them. And I thought that long before we saw them kicking the dog-with-cancer. If that pair came ot my house to see a puppy - they wouldn't be leaving with it, for sure, even if I'd never met them in my life. The breeder we got our previous dog from said she had many a prospective owner come through the front door to look at a litter but they'd be kicked out the back, sans pup, if she didn't like the look of them. That's how you'd think most folk would do it. You can actually feel something, somehow, when these people are even present - they radiate "evil" sounds dramatic but truly, they do.
I feel so sad for this little dog. Esp as my own pampered pooch is metres away living the life of Reilly. It seems so unfair.