There is nothing remotely funny in today’s WTF post.
I can’t even believe I’m actually typing this WTF post. When I say I have a feeling of horror that is threatening to overwhelm me, I’m dead serious. I want to cry.
There is an event that takes place at a campground in Indiana in September. It involves live turtles and a cruel and brutal murdering. I refuse to name the event because I don’t want my name or my blog associated with such a thing. I am including the link to the petition here. If you read the petition you will understand.
I beg you, please take a minute out of your day and sign this petition. Please share it on your facebook page and any other social media you can think of.
All I can say is REALLY? WTF KIND OF A-HOLE DOES THIS? And brings their children there to watch it. It’s supposed to be a family campground, WTF are you teaching your kids?
Bunch of f*cking hillbillies is right!
The petition has a number of e-mail and phone addresses to contact people who could stop this, I plan on writing to every one. I would urge you to do the same.
I am however afraid of what my e-mail will say.
WTF In My Neck Of The Woods
Ok, I have to switch gears, if I don’t the blog will just be a post filled with cuss words.
I had a WTF moment this morning during our walk. Do you remember the woman with the yellow lab (Norbert) and the Springer (Kingston?) I wrote about them in the post about Delilah getting her leash caught in someone’s air conditioner.
Sampson, Delilah and I ran into them again this morning. Apparently our walking buddy was heading in for a walk and they all went in together.
My friend said join them and so we all headed down to the field together.
And Kingston took off.
His mom pulled out a whistle and blew it and said, It usually works, he’ll come back eventually.
Yes he will. Until the day he doesn’t.
I continued walking the dogs around the field because, well…..I’m there to walk, not stand in the field and wait for someone’s dog. After a good three or four minutes the dog came running back out of the woods, at which point I was near a trail and said, I’m going to head in this way.
Off we went and we were joined a short time later by Kingston.
We headed up towards my friends house where we found them waiting AGAIN for Kingston. I said, I would have text you and told you I had him if you weren’t here when we got here.
I didn’t stop my progress at all, I just kept the dogs moving as it was close to an hour and it was already quite warm.
Meanwhile, Kingston took off again. I could hear them calling and whistling for him as we made our way back to the car. It went on for a good five minutes.
I really wanted to say WTF is wrong with you? Have you know care for your dog’s safety or well-being?
Besides the fact that your dog could ruin it for others by not being respectful, what if your dog got stuck, or hurt? What if he fell off a rock or someone shot at him? Do you think this stuff doesn’t happen?
News flash, it does.
All. The. Time.
Wake up and smell the coffee before you put your dog in such a predicament that you can’t get him out or worse yet the authorities take him from you.
I can’t handle anymore WTF for today, the turtle murdering just did me in.