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What does it mean when you talk to your dogs??? What does it mean when having “discussions” with your dogs... You answer for them??? What does it mean that while you are answering for them... They win the "discussion"???

An early start to the day had us out for a walk at first light… Breakfast, journaling, another walk, a trip to the gym, shower, lunch, more walks and cleaning the RV… 

Emails, phone calls and apartment complex paperwork while watching Spring Training Baseball on the Internet…

On an after dinner walk with the boys… Their dinner not mine…

Realizing I still needed to cook my dinner… I mention this and the fact to Simon that Dad’s work never seems to be done… Followed by the question… How come???

Simon’s reply… “Don’t tell me you’re tired… I do my job 24/7.”

Really, what’s your job???

“Being cute, Dad… Being cute.”

I laughed, called him a creative genius and told him I’d have to write this story tonight…  He just smiled and took a shit.

So what does it mean that while you are answering for them… They win the “discussion”???  

DISGUSTED!!!

So disgusted with the ability and ease that the human race can sink to the lows it does…

Working 11pm to 7am shift Friday night at the hotel… I thought the drunks and druggies I was forced to deal with then were enough for now…

I was wrong… Drunks and druggies… I feel no compassion for… They make their choice… Live and die with the consequences… I don’t give a fuck as long as innocent people are not hurt…

Today… My disgust for human indifference to innocent life has hit a new high… A knock on my door early this evening… My neighbor informs me there’s a pet carrier in the dumpster with a dead dog in it… WTF???

Grabbing my jacket to go check it out in the rain… I ask her to call 911… Can animal control come tonight??? Sadly, they won’t be here until morning…  

Fortunately, I know whose dog it was and hopefully they’ll be cited for animal abuse… Low life’s on public assistance… Fat, disgusting and not a shred of personal respect…

They had mentioned the puppy was sick… I didn’t think much about it at the time… It’s normal for puppies… They outgrow it… IF they are properly cared for… IF they are seen by a vet… IF they are properly immunized…

None of these “IF’s” pertained… So today a happy, friendly and at one time full of life puppy is dead because dirt bags didn’t do the “IF’s”… No respect for themselves… No respect for the one person in their home who I enjoyed interacting with… No respect for innocent life…

I am totally disgusted… An innocent life ended because of neglect… Don’t get the damn dog in the first place if you have no intention or no ability to do what is right…

Then to callously just bag it up and throw it in the community dumpster like the piece of trash you actually are has me so pissed off… I can’t find the words to express it…

We’ll see what morning brings… It best bring some animal abuse charges for these pieces of human shit…

And people still wonder why I long for the mountains and to speak to no humans…