by vwbeamer » Mon Jan 23, 2012 5:54 pm
Last Christmas, I bought a puppy from a store at the mall for my step-daughter. The puppy was adorable and she truly enjoyed opening it on Christmas morning. Her eyes lit up, and for a moment, it was like I was her real dad and not just the guy sleeping with her mom. I made it clear that she was responsible for the dog's upkeep. She wholeheartedly agreed to feed, water, walk, and bathe it. Of course, that didn't last.
Now, mind you, I knew going into it that I'd most likely be the one taking care of the dog. I was okay with that. I'm not going to force responsibility on my step-daughter as though she were one of my real children. Besides, at eleven years old, how much could she reasonably handle? She barely makes her breakfast in the morning and packs her lunch, which is mostly junk food anyway. The point I'm trying to make is that she's irresponsible and can't be trusted, so I knew that I'd take over the dog duties.
When I bought the dog, they said that it would grow to be twenty to twenty-five pounds. Well, six months later, with my step-daughter completely ignoring the dog, the thing weighed almost sixty pounds. It wasn't that long legged, so it looked like a walking barrel. Pretty embarrassing to have in the yard. My step-daughter was over it, I was over it, so I wanted to return it to the mall. Well low-and-behold, the store throws this "contract" in my face which in the fine print states that they do not accept returns. That's a pretty nice setup for them, isn't it? Get to sell a faulty product and then refuse to take it back?
I had no other choice but to take it to the shelter. The first place I went said that they could only accept strays. They didn't take unwanted pets. The fat bottomed lady behind the counter got all high handed, calling me neglectful and pointing out the dog's weight problem, which I don't imagine made it feel any better about itself. So, I took it to another shelter across town and told them that I'd found the dog wandering alongside the road and I didn't want it to get hit by a car. They were incredibly nice about it and treated me like a hero, which is something I'm not accustomed to with my little brat of a step-daughter. Unfortunately, the shelter was overcrowded so they took the dog directly back for euthanasia.
There's plenty of blame to go around here - the mall pet shop, my irresponsible step-daughter (now ex-step-daughter), the animal shelter racket, but mostly I blame the dog.