I am in desperate need to rant to a group of people that won't just think of me as a ridiculously crazy dog chick.
Today at work, one of my coworkers came off her break looking like she was about to cry. I asked what's wrong and she told me her GSD, Hurley, had just been hit by a car and that her vet wouldn't see him because they didn't want to work out a payment plan (which is all she can afford). Long story short, her bf calls and curses them out and they said to bring the dog in. He has a broken hip, head trauma, a punctured lung, and severe internal bleeding. With only a 10% survival rate, they gave my coworker and her bf 3 options:
1) put the dog to sleep,
2) put the dog through expensive surgeries he likely won't even survive, or
3) take Hurley home with a bottle if painkillers.
They chose option 3. The vet said if he's still alive in 3 days to bring him back.
It may just be me, but I would NEVER have chosen option 3 with that small of a survival rate and THAT many SEVERE injuries. I would have either made a dang way to pay for the surgery or have him put to sleep with me standing there gently petting him so that he won't have to endure any pain. But no, they decided that even thought hey don't like the dog, they want to keep him around and hang on to that tiny 10 percent.
What REALLY burns my hide is that I am in the process of getting my Dog Obedience Trainer certification and offered her FREE help to get Hurley to stop breaking out of their yard and chasing cars down a freaking highway. But they didn't care enough about Hurley to accept my FREAKING FREE HELP.
I told her if he lives I'd be more than happy to help stop this terrible car chasing habit and she STILL didn't want to bother with it simply because they don't feel like putting in the time it would take to break the habit.
I realize that I'm extremely passionate about animals and a lot of people just aren't. But I can't even handle this level of sheer cruelty to bring him home and (according to my coworker) let him try to walk around with a miserable expression on his face.
So many times she has called him a bad dog and I just wanted to tell her that there's no such thing as a bad dog, it's a bad dog owner.
Sorry, I know it's long but the only friend I have that would even remotely understand my frustrations would start crying and I don't feel like making them cry.
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