Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Sick People


Okay, I have issues today.

On the lighter side, this book was on this week's order list:

"Master Cleanse Experience: Day to Day Accounts of What to Expect and How to Succeed on the Lemonade Diet."

Yes, tax dollars are being spent on such a book. Sadly, many will check it out, mostly for the gross pictures that are included. We all know what that stuff looks like, do we really need to see it? Ugh.

On the not-so-light side - the Petland store at the mall near me is closed. We hear rumors about Petland all the time. Teenagers with double-digit IQs work there. We stop by often and pet the animals, coo at them, etc. My son is particularly fond of the birds. My mom bought her Cairn terrier there not so long ago. Last week some evil girl who worked there drowned two rabbits, had her supervisor take a picture, and posted it on her Facebook page. Rocket scientist that she is, she also commented that she was swearing at them because they wouldn't drown fast enough. A very few people have come to her defense, saying the rabbits were supposed to be euthanized because they were sick and attacking each other; but a vet was supposed to handle that in a gentler manner. The picture on Facebook - and now floating around the Net - is nasty, as she has an evil smile as she holds the dead rabbits up by her face. Her name is all over the place too, so not only is she out of a job, she will probably have more than a few people harassing her on a personal level. Bad enough for someone to behave like this towards defenseless animals entrusted to her care, but to flaunt it in a very public way is just stupid. Pride in that sort of behavior is sickening. Thoughtless cruelty to animals is unacceptable. Period. This girl should be sterilized - anyone who can do that to an animal should not be allowed to procreate her sick genetic makeup or have living beings under her watch. I am very concerned that my son will find this picture on the Net during his surfing; he is very sensitive about animals and would be very upset over it. I spent my time crying in the bathroom at work this morning over it, but I am a big girl and understand that this girl will be criminally prosecuted and clearly, is already publicly humiliated. My son, who is autistic, sees in tunnel vision and would be crushed and very disturbed by such a picture.
Quiz for the day - totally unrelated - name the great Confederate general pictured above.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Animal Friends, Panic, Etc.











The usual Monday-ness . . .
So my mom called twice this afternoon to complain about the jeweler (who did not fix her ring properly) while I am having a program, which is essentially taken over by a summer camp group that will not behave. I cut the program time to get them out of here.
In the middle of the program, my ex calls to tell me that my daugher lost half of her loose tooth during ranch camp this morning, and he is taking her to the dentist to get it taken care of. Great, I am glad he is handling it, since the last time that he was the only parent around when she needed attention of this sort, he dropped the ball. They were in New Hampshire last summer with his mom and her people - who are nightmares personified - when Barbara shut her thumb in a truck door when at the store with her grandma. She came home with a broken and unattended-to thumb. She had a cast for over two months. Poor kid was home with me before getting an ER visit. Nice job, Dad, and what about grandma? Aren't grandmas supposed to look out for you? She started school with a huge purple cast up to her elbow. For a thumb, I tell you.
And now . . . something ate my other blog. The site that sponsors it is down, too. Both are hosted by WordPress. What is up? Maybe I should import it into this one . . . something to think about.
Good thing about today - my boss is back after a two week vacation! I love my boss. Bad thing about today - I have to go to my parents' to drop off the receipt for my mom's ring, sure to catch the blame for all the problems she has been having with the darn thing.