So my parent's dog died last year and my mom was real tore up about it.
Thought about getting them a new puppy late this year. A nice one.
Turns out my aunt gave my mom a dog last week.
One they found up north on the streets, a stray
No idea of how old this shit is, looks anywhere between 1 and 5
No idea of whether or not it has shots or not, rabies, etc
This shit looks like a dirty ass mop you threw into a garbage then forgot for a year
It has a fucking tattoo under it's belly. This dog is fucking tatted up




Like that shit is awful as a pet owner, but all the same I'm like how the fuck did they think this was an okay thing to give my parents?
Then it turned out my mom is okay with it and likes the dog. Which means, like their last dog, it's my fucking responsibility to make sure that shit doesn't die of some shitty dog disease. So now I gotta drive to their pad, pick this fucking dog up and take it to the vet this week.
Who the fuck gives a dog a tattoo.
For real.