while I was out today on a bike ride my sister called me to tell me that mom had let the dogs out in the back, she (the dog) jumped the fence and got hit by a car, I was about 30 miles away by this point so I just tryed to keep going though I made very little progress for the next hour or two, she was a nice little dog exeptionaly energetic and always seemingly happy, even though she was caged up most of the time, we never let her out becase she always jumped the fence, and we were worried she would get hit by a car...
from what I gather is was a slow death, as they had time to "say goodby"
and now were left with that other horable dog I ****ing hate...
that ****ing pisses me off, the happy-go-lucky energetic dog with and infinet well of love and decent blader controle is killed horificly and the old anti-socal piss and crap all the hell over were and what ever the hell he pleases dog is still here...