Why bother?


This makes my stomach churn. This is next door to us. This poor dog, Atlas, is just a puppy. He is only a few months old, maybe 6. They got him for their children. Particularly for the 9 year old girl. A girl who screams at him all the time and who my husband caught kicking him. That’s right. He watched her from inside our house and then went outside and confronted her about it. Of course the little brat shook her head and rolled her eyes at my husband, a grown man, an authority figure. She denied it. But he saw her with his own eyes. The girl is a bully and bosses my 10 year old daughter around all the time, so believe me, I’m quite sure it is true that she kicked the dog. She told my daughter once when she didn’t want to come out and play that “I’m going to stand here until the right words come out of your mouth”. If no one answers when she knocks on our door, she will go around to our other door, peek in our windows and knock incessantly. She screams at the top of her lungs all the time.

Anyway, back to the dog….this poor dog is out there, in this make shift crate all day and in to the night. He is already out there this morning at 9 am and here he is


at 9 pm last night. The crate is probably about the size the poor thing would be in if he was at a shelter, but at least he’d be inside. It has been raining on and off for the last two days and the poor baby has been out there in the rain in 50° weather for about 12 hours straight. In that tiny amount of space. And it looks so flimsy that I wouldn’t be surprised if they are hoping he will get loose and run away.

He’s not a bad dog either. He’s just a puppy. Rambunctious, jumps up on anyone who is around because he’s looking for love and happy to see people. He peed on my daughter’s shoes once outside, but I’m sure they haven’t taken the time to properly house train him. Which is probably why they’re putting him outside all damn day. Hearing him bark all day makes my stomach and heart churn and is breaking our collective hearts as a family. My daughter is torn between wanting to cry and being so angry.

If an animal that you take in doesn’t work for you, for whatever reason (although you should know what you are getting in to, with the exception of the ones that have difficult personalities), then at least be humane and find the pet a new home or take it to a no kill shelter so they can find it a new home. Don’t neglect the animal and cause it to have such a poor quality of life. I am such an empath and it is killing me to see this. It has been going on for a couple of weeks now, but it has been longer times each day that he has been out there as the days roll on.


Here’s the current picture of the poor baby. This time he’s tied up outside of the crate which is where his food bowl is. I don’t know whether this is where he’ll stay all day or whether they’ll put him in the crate. I contacted the lady we got our cat from last night who is associated as a foster mom with one of the shelters. She gave me the name of the one I would need to contact and told me that what they are doing does warrant a phone call, and I will probably be making that phone call today or tomorrow to report them. It’s not fair to this innocent, beautiful creature who deserves a better life than this. There’s a family out there who could treat him so much better and love him the way he deserves to be loved.


Author: Alice Funk Farie

Ecclectic Eccentric, Adoptee, Mom of a child with Aspergers Autism, Complex-PTSD from childhood trauma, Daughter of parents with Narcissistic Personality Disorder and Dependant Personality Disorder, Anxiety and Depression Warrior, Empath, Indigo Child, Musician, Educator, Wife of a Sociopathic Addict, Stepmom, Martial Artist, Artist, Philosophizer, Quote Collector, Survivor

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