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Sometimes I Hate Humans

To be honest, it's always. With a few good deeds thrown in there for ~equity~. But today, we'll be speaking of all the ways, humanoid parasitic infections (AKA a particular breed of human) are going to get a gentle talk to. By me. And I'll bring my machete. You know, because I'm cultured.






BEWARE! THIS IS A RANT AGAINST HUMANS, SO IF YOU ARE ONE, PLEASE PROCEED TO EXIT THE PREMISES.


Okay, so Story Time! This morning, as I was beginning to prepare myself to suffer through an entire day without having a mental breakdown ( I am soooo smart). Dear father of mine interrupted it with his wonderful presence *snort* (dad, don't read this) and made it known to my mental capacities, that someone had abandoned three puppies at the side of the street. *deep breathe* I just- I just, wow. Why am I getting tearyyyy, ugh.


Exhibition, numero #1: How we found these little angels.


{ The one that's visible is the one that we have temporarily named: Sheila}


These tiny miracles didn't have water, lived inside a bag, and had hundreds upon hundreds of disgusting, bloody fleas (HOW MUCH DOES IT COST TO KILL THE FLEAS IN A PUPPY?!? I'LL TELL YOU HOW MUCH. 8 DOLLARS. 8. DOLLARS). The small food they had, couldn't be completely eaten for the sole reason that they had parasitic worms (and no, I don't mean the people that left them there, this time). One of them had lost about 50% of her fur, due to the scratching and tugging to TRY to alleviate the itch and irritation the fleas caused them. The first moment I laid eyes on these angles, I had to take a breather. Their bodies were trembling so much and my tears almost couldn't be held at the sight. Almost. I want the people who did this to be the ones crying. *smirk* Can anybody bring a baseball bat? It would be very much appreciated.


So as I reconciled my emotions with my missing sanity, I took a look at the puppies. And... I fell in love, instantly. This was the kind of love that when I placed them upon my arms, I didn't even care about the fleas. Their cries were the things that broke my heart. Their trembles, the ones who destroyed me. These lovely beings had been thrown aside like garbage, without any care for their well-being and with a pathetic excuse of a shelter. And I felt angry. The type of anger that slowly built up as we gave them a tick treatment, the type of anger that burned with a ferocity that I couldn't contain (sorry, innocent passerby ears, those words needed to be said) when it was time to give them a proper bath... Guys, it absolutely wrecked me to see how low humans would go. The puppies were frightened, yes. Their shaking moved their whole bodies in a symphony of fear, and I finally understood. That the world doesn't care for imperfections. It weeds out those who don't fit with the rest and throw them at the side of the road. My emotions were a turmoil as I sat there, forced to watch them shiver as the treatment killed those pesky parasites. But even then I knew, we were doing something wonderful. ( Did I sound like I was tooting my own horn? Ugh)


After they were bathed and clear of fleas, we started investigating for worms (because of their inflated bellies) and found quite a few in their eyes. People, those eyes held so much pain and hope. I really REALLY wanted to keep the puppies. Especially now, as I sit on the floor, staring at such beauties sleeping without scratching their skin out, without having to worry about food. But I am still VERY angry. I want to find those monsters and show them how it feels to have insects crawling over their bodies, their mouths, their intestines. Alas, I cannot do so (unfortunately, I am craving BLOOD) what I can do, is give a piece of my heart away so that they can have a loving family. Even though it will hurt, and possibly shatter my soul (the few that is left *snort*).


Exhibition numero #2: The After




*clears throat* And because I've been mushy and sentimental (ugh) and professional enough... ALL THE GOSH DARNED PUPPIES WANTED WAS LOVE. L-O-V-E. DO THEY EVEN KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD??? THEY DIDN'T WANT TO BE LEFT WONDERING WHY THEY'D BEEN REJECTED SO CARELESSLY. THEY WANTED CUDDLES AND KISSES. AND FOR THEM TO CARE. YOU SICKEN ME, YOU DISGUSTING WALKING PILE OF TRASH. BE IT MAN, OR WOMAN, I HOPE LIFE REPAYS THIS TO YOU A THOUSAND-FOLD.


Also, I want to give a piece of non asked for, advice. Please, PLEASE, if you don't have the means to take care of an animal (be it a puppy or anything else) or simply don't want to (which I'll not judge), do not abandon them at the side of the road. As callous as it sounds, put them down. And even that, should be the absolute last resort. And, if you do abandon them at the side of a dang road, make sure you have good health insurance. Because I'll find you. We will ALL find you, and destroy any hope you have of living. They're innocent beings, so TREAT them like it.


I feel the utmost respect to all those bootiful people out there that actually give a rat's behind for caring for animals in general. And always remember, even if you couldn't save an animal, you tried. And that is what counts.


~ Thank you for tuning in to another Booksy rants, and I hope you have a wonderful day.


(NOT YOU)


Exhibition numero #3: I will be a mess when I have to let them go. Deep professional breaths, Booksy. DEEP PROFESSIONAL BREATHS.




So here it is, part of my rant against humanity. Hateful? Yes. Rantiful? (it's a word) YES. I really hope this has inspired all of you to do good deeds of your own (WAHHHH I DON'T WANT THEM TO GOOOOOOOOOO) *clears throat* So yes, I am Mature, how do you do?


Exhibition numero #4: I can't let them go. I can't. I just can't.




[ UPDATE: So...they are going to be adopted! Yayyyyyy 🙂]


Have y'all ever felt FURIOUS, at how far some people have fallen? Has wanting to change that, made you a better person? Comment below your own thoughts and opinions!

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