Irrational

So I was pretty hysterical last night when I wrote the last post, and I woke up in the middle of the night several times with half-thoughts that I wanted to get out there.

First, the title “No Reason” was supposed to reflect my state of mind, not the shelter’s motivations. Yes, I am mad at them, but as a third grader is at the nurse who gives him a shot: reasonable enough to understand why it’s happening but still angry about it and misdirecting that anger at the messenger.

My anger should really be directed at the stupid fuck who (most likely) bought the dog and then didn’t parent him and then decided even not-parenting him was too much trouble and put him out on the street. And the stupid fuck before him who didn’t spay and neuter the parent-dogs.

And, I’m very thankful. Thankful to the shelter for taking on this Herculean task of maintaining a reasonable pet population. I also know that the pit bulls they send into the community have to be ambassadors for the breed and that DW might have been detrimental to the cause of bully compassion.

I’m also so grateful for my friend who works at APS who (though she doesn’t even work on that side of the business) kept me apprised of the situation, who fought for me and DW , and who went over to be with him in his final moments, a task I’m not sure I would’ve done had our situations been reversed.