Puppies

I was kind of bummed out yesterday, so I took the advice of two of my students and went to play with puppies.  I convinced my son to go with me, looked up the place they told me about on my iphone, and headed off for some puppy lovin'.

My students had told me about their trip to the kennels, so I was excited.  I want to buy a dog, but I have no money, plus I'm not sure if I'm ready for all the hair and smells and shit in the backyard and whatnot.  So I decided to just go play for fun and I set off on an adventure.

To a fucking puppy mill.  God damn it!  What a depressing, horrible place!!  I wanted to take every single one of those puppies and throw them in my car and just randomly distribute them to families in suburbia.  I seriously almost shoved a little Rottweiler in my purse, because it was the cutest thing I've seen in a long time.  Here's the thing:  when the guy took the puppy out of the cage and put her on the linoleum floor, she couldn't stand up.  When I asked the guy what the hell was wrong with the dog, he said that she had never been on the floor before.  Seriously?!  Her cute huge puppy claws have only been on the cage floor?!  I just grabbed the puppy and snuggled it for like a half hour.   Look at it... how could you resist such a face?  The soulful little eyes are begging me to take her away.  (or maybe she just wanted to go back with her brothers and sisters - I'll never know)

I guess since it's Christmas-time, people will go in and buy these dogs, thus perpetuating the puppy mill.  They're cute, after all, and people want cute gifts during the holidays, even if those gifts were ripped away from their mothers much too early.