What pissed you off today?

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Actually, it was yesterday, but I would have included too many obscenities, vulgarities and cuss words then, so I decided to wait.

As mentioned in another thread, she and I were yard sale-ing at the neighboring town 30 miles to the south (nearest community to ours). At one sale, three young boys (8-10-ish) were each holding a kitten about 5-6 weeks old. The kittens were the issue, we learned, of a stray who had come to the house and yard just before the kittens' birth and refused to leave.

Suddenly, a Boston terrier (leashless, of course, as so many dogs are in this area, regardless of the laws) leapt up and grabbed the tail of one of the kittens and yanked the baby from the boy's hand. The terrier promptly chomped down on the kitten's hindquarters and below-rib area, even as the kitten squalled, two women and the boy shrieked, and my darling girl raced over to help pull the dog away from the kitten.

It appeared that the kitten was lifeless, or nearly so. My girl gently picked him up and cuddled him, ascertained that he was breathing, though very rapidly and shallowly. She soothed him as best she could, one finger lightly rubbing the back of his head and neck, while the dog's owner literally kicked the dog into the garage, then went after him and beat him in some fashion. We couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but we could hear it, and his sister (the resident at the home where the sale was) telling him to stop, stop, he was going to kill the dog. He came stalking back to his pickup, an extended-cab version with a camper back, dog in one hand by the back of the neck. He thrust the dog through the side window of the cab, and then threw it inside so hard that the dog never touched any part of the interior of the truck until he crashed into the tailgate. I wanted to kick *his* ass.

Meanwhile, my love was still cuddling the kitten in one of her hands, petting it and examining it as best she could. There was no evidence of broken skin, but as delicate as kittens are, there was no question that there might be some internal injury. She spoke to the man running the yard sale, but he was ... unsatisfactory. "They're not really ours. Someone's coming to adopt them this afternoon. I don't have any way to take care of the kitten. Wah, wah, poor ineffective useless me." (Well, he didn't say the last half-dozen words, but they are an accurate reflection of his persona.)

She told him the kitten needed to be taken to a vet *right now.* He dithered until she told him, a healthy dollop of scorn in her eyes, that there would be no cost to him. She gave him her phone number, and we got into the car and headed for the vet's office (where we'd within the previous two hours spent ~$200 on one of our cats, the dog, and the foster kitten we currently have) with the kitten. The vet, a wonderful lady who gives us a discount on fosters, knowing that we're not wealthy, just animal lovers, saw the kitten immediately, and agreed to admit him, give him painkiller and oxygen, and see what could be done for him. My girl signed all the paperwork to authorize necessary labwork, etc., and we headed back out, knowing we had just obligated ourselves to at least another $200 in expenses for a kitten we had never seen prior to maybe 30 seconds before the attack.

Most people around here - this entire state, as far as I can tell, except *perhaps* in the three cities, plus the neighboring states - for the most part don't leash or otherwise control their dogs. They're left to run free, breed like rabbits, get run over by cars, trucks, semis; to fight one another and stagger home bleeding and perhaps dying. It drives me crazy. They're *worse* about cats. For the most part, cats here run loose, breed freely, and die in a dozen different ways, including torture by teenagers, and probably pre-teenagers. It makes me sick. *We* - she and I - are the local animal rescue group. There's one for dogs in the town 30 miles to the south; one for dogs in the town 45 miles to the east; and that's it in a 100-mile radius. There is nothing for cats. Except us.

I'm rambling on now, pissed all over again. I'll stop.
Thats horrible. I hope you report the dog's owners to the police for cruelty.
 
Actually, it was yesterday, but I would have included too many obscenities, vulgarities and cuss words then, so I decided to wait.

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I'm rambling on now, pissed all over again. I'll stop.


That whole thing is sickening. Poor dog; poor kitten. It makes me fucking LIVID when people punish animals for being animals, when all it would have taken was some responsibility/training/even just sensible control on the part of the owner. It's not the fucking dog's fault that nobody cared enough to control or train him. It's not the kitten's fault that nobody bothered to control or train the dog. But who suffers? The kitten and the dog.

:mad:
 
:rose:Hope the poor wee thing is OK.

Catalina
Thank you. Follow-up below. A surprisingly *good* follow-up. :)

Sir Winston....I'm sorry, I couldn't finish reading your story. It sickens me too much .... I wish owners like the one of that dog could be fucking shot.
Agreed.

Kitten hugs to both of you
Thank you.

Thats horrible. I hope you report the dog's owners to the police for cruelty.
Unfortunately, in our area, if the owner doesn't break bones or cause bleeding, most of the area cops will just shrug it off: "It's his/her/their dog." That's one of the bad parts about living in BFE. :mad:

That whole thing is sickening. Poor dog; poor kitten. It makes me fucking LIVID when people punish animals for being animals, when all it would have taken was some responsibility/training/even just sensible control on the part of the owner. It's not the fucking dog's fault that nobody cared enough to control or train him. It's not the kitten's fault that nobody bothered to control or train the dog. But who suffers? The kitten and the dog.

:mad:
Agreed. I hope the dog is okay. I wish he would run away from that owner and find someone who would love him and treat him like he deserves to be treated.

As for the kitten, good news! We called down to the vet's office around noon, and she reported that the kitten was alert and, even though really too young to be eating processed food, was doing so. My girl drove down and picked the kitten up, we prepared a biiiig box for him to have a bed, divided food and water feeder and a disposable cake pan for a litter box, since he's too little to climb into any of our regular ones. We're going to keep him for a week or so, get him fed up and recuperated, then try to find him a forever home.

Even better news, the vet is a saint! She charged us only a minimum fee for the emergency exam and the actual costs of meds and oxygen - $50 for what we expected to be $200 or more. My girl looked at her and asked if she was sure, and this wonderful vet said, "You're doing your share. I have to do mine." I'm sure it doesn't hurt that she does all the care-taking for our three permanent cats and the Corgi, and knows that we're about the only rescue resource for cats in our whole county, though.

Thanks all of you who are sending good vibes to the little critter. I'll try to keep you updated on his progress, but probably not in this thread any more - probably in the Smiles thread. :)

And my darling girl says to pass her thanks on to y'all, too! :rose:
 
Driving on highway and some Chick on cellphone decides last min that she does not want that ramp and is going to come back into my lane, and my car! I swear
And swerve. Now my sons chocolate milk is all over the floor. :mad::mad:
 
Agreed. I hope the dog is okay. I wish he would run away from that owner and find someone who would love him and treat him like he deserves to be treated.

As for the kitten, good news! We called down to the vet's office around noon, and she reported that the kitten was alert and, even though really too young to be eating processed food, was doing so. My girl drove down and picked the kitten up, we prepared a biiiig box for him to have a bed, divided food and water feeder and a disposable cake pan for a litter box, since he's too little to climb into any of our regular ones. We're going to keep him for a week or so, get him fed up and recuperated, then try to find him a forever home.

Even better news, the vet is a saint! She charged us only a minimum fee for the emergency exam and the actual costs of meds and oxygen - $50 for what we expected to be $200 or more. My girl looked at her and asked if she was sure, and this wonderful vet said, "You're doing your share. I have to do mine." I'm sure it doesn't hurt that she does all the care-taking for our three permanent cats and the Corgi, and knows that we're about the only rescue resource for cats in our whole county, though.

Thanks all of you who are sending good vibes to the little critter. I'll try to keep you updated on his progress, but probably not in this thread any more - probably in the Smiles thread. :)

And my darling girl says to pass her thanks on to y'all, too! :rose:

That's by far wonderful news.
 
As for the kitten, good news! We called down to the vet's office around noon, and she reported that the kitten was alert and, even though really too young to be eating processed food, was doing so. My girl drove down and picked the kitten up, we prepared a biiiig box for him to have a bed, divided food and water feeder and a disposable cake pan for a litter box, since he's too little to climb into any of our regular ones. We're going to keep him for a week or so, get him fed up and recuperated, then try to find him a forever home.

Even better news, the vet is a saint! She charged us only a minimum fee for the emergency exam and the actual costs of meds and oxygen - $50 for what we expected to be $200 or more. My girl looked at her and asked if she was sure, and this wonderful vet said, "You're doing your share. I have to do mine." I'm sure it doesn't hurt that she does all the care-taking for our three permanent cats and the Corgi, and knows that we're about the only rescue resource for cats in our whole county, though.

Thanks all of you who are sending good vibes to the little critter. I'll try to keep you updated on his progress, but probably not in this thread any more - probably in the Smiles thread. :)

And my darling girl says to pass her thanks on to y'all, too! :rose:

This is great news. Thankfully, there are people like you and your "girl". :rose:
 
I do not have the patience to listen to people with more than me, talk about "sacrifice".

I just don't.
 
What pissed me off, was people who are mean and assume negatively. Nothing good comes of that, hasn't anyone said, 'if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all'?
 
I had to charge a .52 refill on my pop because I stupidly didn't take my purse in. Just my keys and card.

Everything should be free refills. Cheap restaurant.
 
And you're listening to this asshole/these assholes... WHY?

I'm not. I was just cornered at the Munch tonight by someone who asked a lot of personal questions and basically joked about my relationship with my Domme. (who is on the Board of this particular group, but is currently out of town...) I just felt awkward..put on the spot...and in general uncomfortable...
 
I'm not. I was just cornered at the Munch tonight by someone who asked a lot of personal questions and basically joked about my relationship with my Domme. (who is on the Board of this particular group, but is currently out of town...) I just felt awkward..put on the spot...and in general uncomfortable...
"I'm sorry. Your questions and comments are making me uncomfortable. If you have any further questions or comments, please direct them to [your Domme]." Then walk away and refuse to respond to this person any more.
 
Loss of internet connection half way through a veryyyy interesting story. ): Took a few hours for me to get it back up.
 
Ahhh puck it...

Having no freaking person to talk to or depend on... I'm almost always trying to be there for others
 
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Having no freaking person to talk to or depend on... Supose it's just not ok for me to have problems #sarcasm, agh I hate people sometimes.
 
That i found out for pretty sure that my former handler has destroyed my laptop, and all my pony gear.

We recently split up and he refused to let me have it. And since you can't just replace a pony in our circle he apperently destroyed my gear. it was custom baby blue with lil rainbow metal acents. This sucks.

*goes and cries*
 
I'm back to only being able to eat popcorn and sweets. Everything makes me miserably nauseated. (And, no, I'm not pregnant...unless it's Jesus.) I'm sick of this shit, and I don't know what to do about it. :(
 
BiBunny, have your tried fennel tea? I found it miraculous when my anti-d's were making me feel pukey all the time.
 
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