I hate dogs and the people who love them.
That's right. Fuck dogs and fuck dog owners.
Are you a dog owner? Do you own a dog?
Well, Mr. Owner, you should know that I laugh my ass off at you and your ilk everytime I see you walking around with your fucking plastic bag wrapped around your hand, waiting to demean yourselves by bending over and scooping up dog shit from sidewalks, yards and streets the world over.
That's right. Get down there and scoop up that warm, mushy, stinky pile of dog shit that your "property" just squeezed out of the asshole that will be sitting on your fucking leather couch later that afternoon, grinding on your sheets when you crawl into bed together later tonight.
That's right. Pick it up you fucking slave. Carry it back to your fucking house or to the nearest garbage can. That's right. Let everyone who walks or drives by see the price you pay to have a companion, something that will love you even though you're a fucking idiot.
How much did you pay for your friend, Mr. Owner? Is he from "show quality" stock? How about those vet bills? How much of your other property did your "friend" destroy during those formative puppy years? How many times have you cleaned up his shit and piss inside your home? Are you going to kennel him for that vacation? Or take him with you?
Are you his owner or does he own you?
Oh, I can see the appeal of "owning" a dog.
You can have a relationship with something that doesn't know what a fucking loser you really are. How stupid you are. How emotionally immature you are. How you can't maintain relationships with human beings because your personality basically matches the contents of the plastic bag you're carrying around.
Finally you've found a relationship you can handle. One where the other party can't talk or ask questions or think for its fucking self. It's like a doll that moves around and makes sounds on its own. It's a fucking great deal for both of you.
You provide food, shelter and some attention and he pretends to love you.
Too bad no one bothered to spay your mother.
Sometimes you can even abuse him and he'll still come back around. You're a fucking genius. You figured out that dogs have short memories. Oh sure, there's a point of diminishing returns on the joy of kicking a defenseless animal to unleash your frustration after another day of getting shit on at your place of employment. But you'll push the envelope. You know, eventually, he'll be hungry again.
You other "responsible" and "loving" owners treat your dogs better than you treat most of the human beings you're forced to interact with everyday. Some of you "love" your dogs more than many of your family members. You sick fucks.
Here's the difference between me and you, Mr. Owner. I care more about any one human life than ALL of the dog population. Except, possibly, your life.
I support any and all experimentation on dogs. Instead of wasting our time on rats for medical research, we should step it up to dogs. Everytime I read or hear about another pit bull mauling a toddler or eating a lesbian, I wonder why people don't take to the streets shooting and/or lynching every dog in sight.
Some say these wayward, violent dogs aren't responsible for their actions. I agree. The fucking shithead owners are responsible. But as long as there are dogs walking the planet, there will be some stupid fuck that will want to "own" it and domesticize it.
And society just can't risk having any dogs laying around where humans can get their hands on them.
