My son begged and we took in a dog that belonged to a woman who’s on crack, but is now in rehab and the dog had no place to go – until my son came along and offered to take in the pooch. Well, my son is 18, has a very full life – two jobs, lots of friends and lot to do. Of course, he insisted that he would care and be responsible for the dog. I knew this wouldn’t happen – but, I agreed anyway.
Well after two full days of cleaning up dog pee throughout the house, and a night without sleep – I’ve had it. My son’s life has not been altered in the least. He’s gone out every night since he brought the dog home. We’ve walked, fed and cleaned up after the dog. This morning, after not getting any sleep last night because of the dog, and finding pee all over the birthday gifts the Emperor got for his daughter – I woke up my son and said that the dog had to get a new home by 11am – or I was driving the dog to the ASPCA.
I am sorry about the crackhead dog – he’s a very nice dog. But the crackhead has to realize that if she’s going to do crack – there may be some consequences – such as losing your dog.
Posted on February 3rd, 2007 by lizzie
Filed under: Daily Grind
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