Yes, it's been a while since I've had a direct rant to certain persons I've had to deal with in the real world and it's time once again to make some scathing remarks! So, let's get down to business, shall we?
Dear Mr. Nosenseatall,
I'd just like to say that, while you may be king of your castle at home, that doesn't mean you can rule the dog park with an iron fist and yet not help referee the four-legged heathens. I am well aware that your weimaraner is still just a puppy, however that does not excuse you from teaching him manners when it comes to playtime. Of all people there, I am one of the most aware of how puppies act. However, that also means that I am well aware of how the owner should act as well. I don't care if you do have a prosthetic leg, you are responsible for your dog that you let antagonize - of all breeds - a pitbull. My pitbull. It's really no wonder why Tyson kicked your dog's ass, if you think about it. He did the right thing, trying to get away from the reeree you call your dog when he'd had enough. But no. Instead your pup kept picking at him and you did nothing but watch when my dog was clearly getting upset. Tyson is a very tolerant dog, he lets my other two beat up on him all the time! Your dog pushed him to his limit, and then you got upset with me when I didn't get there, "fast enough," for your liking. News flash: I was on the opposite side of the park prying a woodchip from Keller's mouth and sprinted over to yours and my dog as soon as I realised what was happening. I DO NOT appreciate you getting in my face because I, "had the audacity to bring a vicious pit to the park." Audacity? Really? The park is for everyone, and your dog is the one that started it. If anyone should be upset, it's me. So hobble along, and try some obedience for your jerkwad of a dog.
To Ms. Signsdo Notapply,
It is, and has been for the entire time you've used us for your veterinary care, that you have no respect for what we do, nor do you care about our business hours. Every time we see you, you're here several minutes before we open, or several minutes after we close and each time you're more rude than before. I understand your fifteen year old maltese was sick, and I'm very sorry for your loss. That, however, does not excuse you from being a snot to the receptionist when she hands you your receipt and you see an after-hours emergency fee. Let me break it down for you: you walked in the door at 1801 - that's 6:01pm - and we were closed according to the signs listing our business hours (I'd like to point out that we have multiple signs, including the GIANT RED FLASHING ONE just outside of our parking lot). Not only that, but you came in for your dog to be seen, not to pick up medications or even from grooming or doggy day care. That means you are an after-hours emergency and thus you are charged as such. We also do not appreciate you doing this not only on a Friday night - it's ok, none of us that work there have lives or anything at home - but you also insisted she stay through the weekend, despite Dr. Husband AND Dr. Paranoid insisting that you take her to the emergency clinic for the dog's own health and well-being. Thanks. Now we have to watch your dog die slowly over the course of three days, hoping against hope that we could restore her quality of life before you call half an hour before closing yesterday to tell us you'd rather we put her to sleep and that you'll be there to be with her during it in forty-five minutes. 'Scuse me? But didn't we go over this on Friday? Oh, wait, silly me. The rules and policies obviously do not apply to you. Apparently your parents were beyond teaching you manners. More's the pity.
That's the end of my rant for today. I'd like to post an update to my menagerie, as we have a new member! That's right, the aforementioned Tyson is the newest addition to our home. He's a ten month old pitbull puppy, just chock full of lovin's and patience. He's also getting neutered today. =D
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