So I went to do stuff I really didn’t want to do today. I won’t go into details because I will whine and nothing ruins a great rant like some whiny bitching.
Onto my rant.
As I was in the courtyard of this building I really didn’t want to be at a huge dog came lumber-limping across the garden toward me. St. Bernard and ?? Your guess is as good as mine. So there is no one else around. The dog has a collar but no tags.
I wait a moment…huge dog—not so huge me. I reach for him to let him s off me and at first he cowers a bit. He circles me then comes back. I take off walking and he follows me. I begin talking to him (yep. I’m one of those.) and tell him to lead the way. He’s panting madly. Trying to find water. No fountains in working order anywhere. Other than the courtyard fountain which has…ugh…floating in it.
We walk, he leads then stops to wait for me. I fall in love. I get disgusted with no water and march him through the opera house, past two stages and back to the service kitchen. People don’t like me there anymore but I got him some fucking water!
The dog stinks.
But not like dog stink.
Like rotting flesh oh my word what did you roll in that died a while back stinks.
I notice him favoring his hip, so I take him to a picnic table and check him out. Guess what I find?
A bullet wound in his flank, bullet still included.
So longer story shorter–the dog is at the vet. He is staying at casa dè fixme until the A) find his owner and ensure they had nothing to do with it or B) call me to come get him.
Who the fuck does this to an animal? What the hell people.
Here is my opinion: the person who did this deserves to be shot in the arse and left to suffer too. I am disgusted with humanity right now.
I hope you rot in hell whoever you are.
His name is now Bernie. So send out a prayer to the innocent four legged friend we made today people.
And I posted this from my phone while pissed off so forgive my typos.