I had this overwhelming desire today to punch this dude in the face and steal his dog. And if I see him again, I just might.
He had the cutest little pitbull puppy, it was only a tiny little thing. And it was lovin' all over me. It dawned on me after that that it is possible this was the first time in it's short life someone has shown it affection.
According to the owner the dog wasn't "tough enough." Although he warned me before I started playing with it that the dog was a biter. In 15 minutes of playing with the dog, it didn't bite me once. Huh. That might be because I wasn't bopping it in the face constantly.
Really, the owner kept bopping it and shaking it and shit. When I confronted him about his treatment of the animal he tells me he's trying to toughen it up.
"You lookin' to fight it?"
After slight hesitation, "No."
"Yeah, right. You should be ashamed of yourself, you dumb prick."
Before it come to blows, I was dragged out of the store by some friends who didn't want me getting arrested.
I wouldn't have minded. It would have been completely worth it. The dog was a puppy. It couldn't have been more than a month or two old. And he's trying to toughen it up? What the fuck for?!
I swear to God, people who fight dogs should have to fight to the death themselves. Against one of the dogs they tortured.
Of course, I never found the guy's car to call the cops or anything. I saw a scraggly looking, scared up full grown pit outside, and I assume it was his. It was tied to a light pole. And if the guys hadn't been dragging me away I would have grabbed it. I'm not even kidding.
Sometimes I really friggin' hate people.