>>11345425>>11351488can confirm, am a vet
There I was, minding my own business drinking a can of Foster's lager, when this cunt kicks open the door dragging this 20 year old mutt behind her. Poor dog can't keep up with the sheer force she's putting on the leash and just gets dragged across the floor.
"I need you to put down this dog, so I can be sad on Youtube" she barks at me. "Huh? You what?" I answer completely baffled by the request. She stomps her way in my direction, gets all up in my face. "Huh? Huh? You what? What?" taking an aggressive posture while the dog gets dragged across the room whimpering. Mate, I was fucking stunned at the sheer amount of force she used to drag this mangy mutt around, dropped my Foster's on the floor in shock.
"I said, you need to put this dog down, so I can be sad about it on Youtube." As I take a step back to deescalate the situation, I can see an older man looking at the mutt through the window with tears in his eyes. "Can't you just pretend?" I suggest, but she closes the gap I tried to create, once again dragging a whimpering dog across the floor behind her. "Pretend? Do you know who I am? I'm fucking space, mate. Put down the dog!"
I make up my mind, I'm going to refuse this cunt's request. I turn to grab another can of lager from the 24 pack. Crack it open and tell her to piss off. "Fine," she says, her eyes showing a flash of madness, "I'll do it myself". Before I know it she's grabbed the entire carton of Foster's cans and bashes it repeatedly into the dog. The sound of bashing followed by several bloodcurdling yelps, Foster's spraying everywhere as the cans get destroyed, more bashing, a final whimper, and then finally nothing. I can't look at it, the sheer onslaught of animal abuse being delivered here. The man in the window turns away as well, and I can tell from his shoulders that he's sobbing as his trusty companion is being reduced to a furry pulp.
She gets all up in my face again, this time covered in canine blood, while rummaging through her purse. She pulls 20 dollars out her purse, and shoves it in my face. "That's for the Foster's. If someone asks any questions, tell them you were attacked by a rabid dingo." She walks out of my home and slams the door behind her, grabs the old man by his ear and yells "Stop being such a whiny cunt about it and take me home, dad."
The 20 dollars is covered in dog's blood, and doesn't even get me a 24 pack of Foster's in the supermarket. What a fucking waste of lager.
