Dear Kid,
A friend of mine was in a dog fight. Not the cool, imaginary Snoopy and the Red Baron kind. A real, go to the hospital and have a boatload of stitches kind.
The bad part is that the dogs in question are her dogs. And she kept yelling to the ER docs, “I have to go, my dog is hurt!”
My friend (you don’t know her and she lives in a different part of the country) will be fine. Her dogs (generally very sweet loving creatures) will be fine. I’m not at all sure that I will be fine.
The dogs are big and high energy but well behaved. They live happily in a fenced-in yard where they have plenty of room to run and play. They also have neighbors.
Ill-behaved neighborhood boys.
Badly-behaved local hooligans.
Hoodlums.
Ruffians.
Who—not for the first time—came by the back fence and goaded the dogs into fighting.
Who does that?!!!
My friend has spoken to the boys’ parents. More than once. Apparently, the parents are complete and utter twits because they don’t seem to care (at all) that their boys are mistreating animals.
How clueless are these parents???
My friend is going to talk to them again. She thinks maybe now that she’s been so significantly injured the parents might take notice.
YO! Parents: Lawsuit on the horizon!
But it shouldn’t take the threat of legal action to get parents to raise reasonably behaved children.
Argh!
Sending happy healing thoughts to my friend and her dogs. And hopes that the boys’ parents get their act together before too long.
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