Why My Wife Is The Greatest
Posted: Mon May 03, 2004 11:32 am
My wife, Stacy, once rescued a Greyhound from an abusive home. The dog had been adopted out by a friend of hers who ran a private animal adoption organization called Fuzzy Paws. It was routine to do a home visit follow-up a couple of months after the animals had been adopted. My wife was just along for the ride, when they found this pup trapped in a sun room with no water, no food, ribs showing and an apparent hip injury (from being kicked)... Basically, the worst nightmare for anyone who adopts out or sells animals. The so-called owner of the dog wasn't home so this woman from Fuzzy Paws gets on her cell phone and starts the sometimes extremely long process of getting the animal removed from the home (this is rural Kentucky I'm talking about here... this is the same place that the "animal shelter"s idea of euthanasia is blowing a dog's brains out with a handgun because bullets are cheaper than poison). My wife says: "Fuck this!" and busts into the guys house with a leash in one hand and a bag of Alpo in the other. By then, the dog was too weak to resist or be aggressive, so she smuggles it into the car and they haul ass out of there. The dog was turned over to another organization that specializes in Greyhound rescue and it made a full recovery (although, it did maintain a limp from it's hip injury). A notice was sent to every local pet store and animal shelter with the abusers information asking that no animal be given or sold to him under any circumstance.
That's why my wife is the greatest: She is willing to the right thing, even if it means committing a felony in the process!
That's why my wife is the greatest: She is willing to the right thing, even if it means committing a felony in the process!