they are dogs

Oct 19, 2011

It seems as if every time I turn on the news I get to see more pathetic parents on display. What’s up with that?

(Ooh, wee! What’s up with that?)
(I hope you’ve watched SNL. If not, you probably think I’ve totally lost it.)

I was captivated by the Casey Anthony trial, knew without a doubt she would be convicted of a crime I still feel she committed against her daughter, Caylee, and was extremely disappointed and horrified when she walked free.

Haleigh Cummings? Where is she? Never found, her drug dealing father and step-mother are in jail on other charges — but even if they didn’t directly have anything to do with the disappearance of this little girl, they were a fine example of what NOT to do in front of your kids.

Poor Zarah Baker — they found her. At least what was left after her creepy satanic-type step-mom was finished with her. It wasn’t enough that Zarah battled cancer, was deaf and had a prosthetic leg. Oh no! Her armbone, prosthetic leg, torso and pelvic area were found — but her head and many other body parts are still out there somewhere. Investigators did find the saw, which they believe the ole’ hag used to dismember the disabled 10 year-old.

Four members of an Arizona family were recently charged with murder in the death of a 10-year-old girl whose body was discovered locked in a box outside her family’s house. She had suffocated. FOUR FAMILY MEMBERS! Why didn’t just ONE of them say, “Hey…it’s probably not right to leave a little kid, our flesh and blood, in a box outside. She might suffocate.” Der.

They found Camden Pierce Hughes dead, but there’s still hope for ‘Baby Gabriel’ — gone for a very long time already. Haleigh Dunn’s mom and her b/f were found to have a lifestyle that included a fascination with beastiality and more. Cheerleader Haleigh is still missing.

One of the latest…Baby Lisa Irwin. Missing for 2 weeks now, the mother, although drunk to the point of possibly blacking out says, “I did nothing wrong.” She’s said how she thinks it’s a-ok she was hammered when she was the primary caretaker of a defenseless baby because she deserved ‘adult time’. Are you kidding me??

The worst part is…I could go on. and on. and on.

When I leave my hounds home for more than a few hours, I have someone check on them. I know where they are when I fall asleep. I don’t lock them in boxes to suffocate. The thought of harming them makes me sick to my stomach. And, they are dogs. A part of my family…of course! Still, they are dogs.

But please don’t tell them.