The white dog, the barky annoying sidekick to the stealthy annoying black dog, who I hated yesterday, is bleeding from its front leg this morning.
This is the first time we’ve walked by where the dog seemed more interested in me than in Mrs. Wigglebottom. When I saw the puncture wounds in its leg, I understood why.
Nashville, please, please keep your dogs fenced in if you’re going to leave them outside. Please don’t let them wander around the neighborhood where they could get hit or bitten or killed.
I hate your dogs. They should not have to come to me for compassion. That’s part of your fucking job as a dog owner.