The lack-witted, foul-mouthed, round-heeled slattern down the street moved on Sunday, and we were delighted to see her go. I feel sorry for her child, but there’s nothing we can do about that.
This morning, as we were getting in the car to go to work, a dog started barking frantically from her house. The woman had left her dog locked in the house. The dog’s about 6 months old at this point, based on how big it was the last time I saw it, and she left it locked up alone for 4 nights and counting. Even assuming that there’s adequate food, water and sanitation in there, it has to be half nuts simply from the isolation; we asked the neighbor, who doesn’t work, and he said he’d seen no one going in or out to check on it. We are forced to assume that it’s been alone and went crazy when it heard someone outside.
We called animal control. I hope the bitch fries for this. It’s one thing to be a jerk to people–it’s quite another to betray an animal like that.