Today started off rough. It's gotten to a better place now.
There was a stray dog the older brother took in last week. It ate some chickens and started tearing up the trash outside. The brother didn't take care of the animal. Plus it was abused to begin with.
Needless to say, the people living here have enough to deal with, with the dad being terminally ill, than to have the energy and focus of mind to discipline and rehabilitate a battered, stray dog.
We took him to the pound because the older brother refused to.
They asked us why we brought him. We said he killed some chickens and we couldn't take care of him.
The lady said "killing livestock is against the law in New Mexico... He'll have to be put down."
My guy and I were stunned. We'd never taken an animal to the pound before, and here we were already expecting the worst and it just got worse than either of us could have imagined.
I won't write about how I could feel the dog's fear and sadness. I won't write about how terrible it felt to leave him there. How we cried or got angry, and my guy vented his frustration with his older brother's inability to get up off his ass and take care of the dog he took in.
What I learned today is something life continually teaches me. Don't take on more than you can handle. Dont bite off more than you can chew. Just dont. It might seem selfish but really its better off for everyone involved.
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