LHP
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Hello ladies and gentlemen
Let’s hop in my Time Machine and travel back to 2017…*que fog machines and twilight zone music *
It was a lovely fall morning. The sun was hanging in the blue sky smiling down on the people casting shadows of hope and despair…I had just returned home from taking my kids to school,in the backseat was my dog a medium sized male pitbull mix about one and a half years old
Now before I go any farther I will admit to a few facts that are accurate but wrong on my part I take responsibility for my actions and lack there of————*FACTS*~~~~~
1. My dog was abused by a Mexican man when he was a baby (my husband saved him from his situation) so the dog took some time on calming down because of this and was slightly bitey
2. My dog was attempting to cross the road when the accident occurred to probably bite someone
3.I should’ve been more attentive and aware when he (my dog) got out of the car
So here I am on my doorstep-my house was right in the city on a main drag a stones throw from a four way stop 🛑 35mph speed limit road
And I’m attempting to unlock my door as my dog sniffs around the front yard-I turn my head just in time to see my dog on the edge of the curb looking across the street at a Mexican guy standing in front of a business…I yell (insert dogs name here) to come back and he ignored my request and darted into the road and BAM! He got hit he slid 10 feet he got up and fell in my neighbors driveway I ran to him tried to pick him up he cried out in pain I set him down he got up and fell got up and fell until he was back in the house laying on my living room floor bleeding and crying in pain - it was my fault I should’ve had better control over my dog that has aggressive tendencies-my mind is racing my baby is hurting-he’s bleeding from spots on his legs I called my husband he said take him to Vet for help-I load up my injured dog in my truck but I had to go back in for the house for something….that’s when I hear a knock at my door 🚪…..I open my door and before me stands a 5 foot 300 lbs sheboon scowling like they do. I speak first because what do you really say? I’m sorry you hit my dumb dog? So I says “good morning how’s ur car,” half jokingly trying to lighten the mood of the awful scene that just played out-in my mind I’m thinking she’s concerned for my dog. She never once asked how my dog was. Here’s how the conversation went
“Good morning how’s ur car?”
Sheboon scowling: “not good” she walks towards the passenger side of her car
I follow her not sure where this was going
Sheboon: “ your dog damaged my car” she points her fat finger at a plastic fairing piece above the tire
ME: I’m in shock i don’t say anything-I watched my baby dog get hit my baby is in the car bleeding in pain my thoughts are racing After a minute of silence I say
“ wasn’t MY DOG”
Sheboon: scowled even harder and through gritted teeth she says “ who’s dog was it?!”
ME: “i don’t know” I turned around and went inside my house and locked the door.
The boon was parked behind my truck in my driveway I had to get my dog to a vet. I sat in house for a minute thinking what am I gonna do this bitch has to move for me to leave! Finally I say fuck it I’ll back over this cunts front end my truck is bigger than her car. I go out get in my truck she’s in her car I wait a minute waiting for her to leave and she doesn’t so I put my truck in reverse and started backing up she seen i wasn’t playing and she backed outta my driveway and left-the story goes on-two houses down a white bitch with multiple sharks sees me outside one day (I would do yard work for my neighbor) and she says hey didn’t your dog get hit some time ago? I said ya and told her the lady was a cunt and didn’t care about my dog-the coal burner says “ya I told her where you lived” I don’t believe I ever spoke any more words to that stupid bitch the rest of days I lived in that house. So a few weeks go by my dog recovered he walks funny to this day but he’s alive and happy and doesn’t bite people anymore
So anyway a few weeks later some black guy knocks on my door and says “hey I heard ur dog got hit would you like a puppy? my dog had puppies”
I’m quick to judge and quick to assume everyone is out to fûck someone over-my thoughts were this guy working with the sheboon to try to get me to admit to it being my dog that she hit so she can sue me
So I told him like I told the obese sheboon
WASNT MY DOG
Never in my life have I heard of someone wanting money or their car fixed after hitting someone’s dog and her lack of asking about how my dog was appalling
That’s my story and I realize 100% I’m at fault as well for not having my animal under total control,honestly I don’t remember the damage my dog did to her car. My mind was racing and my eyes were blurry from tears. But it couldn’t of been that bad my dog didn’t die and the speed limit was 35mphs and she was 35-40 feet from the stop sign.
So thats my story and to this day I’ve never had someone tell me a similar story
People are always like “she didn’t ask about your dog?!”
No the bitch didn’t it was all about the gibs me dat.
Let’s hop in my Time Machine and travel back to 2017…*que fog machines and twilight zone music *
It was a lovely fall morning. The sun was hanging in the blue sky smiling down on the people casting shadows of hope and despair…I had just returned home from taking my kids to school,in the backseat was my dog a medium sized male pitbull mix about one and a half years old
Now before I go any farther I will admit to a few facts that are accurate but wrong on my part I take responsibility for my actions and lack there of————*FACTS*~~~~~
1. My dog was abused by a Mexican man when he was a baby (my husband saved him from his situation) so the dog took some time on calming down because of this and was slightly bitey
2. My dog was attempting to cross the road when the accident occurred to probably bite someone
3.I should’ve been more attentive and aware when he (my dog) got out of the car
So here I am on my doorstep-my house was right in the city on a main drag a stones throw from a four way stop 🛑 35mph speed limit road
And I’m attempting to unlock my door as my dog sniffs around the front yard-I turn my head just in time to see my dog on the edge of the curb looking across the street at a Mexican guy standing in front of a business…I yell (insert dogs name here) to come back and he ignored my request and darted into the road and BAM! He got hit he slid 10 feet he got up and fell in my neighbors driveway I ran to him tried to pick him up he cried out in pain I set him down he got up and fell got up and fell until he was back in the house laying on my living room floor bleeding and crying in pain - it was my fault I should’ve had better control over my dog that has aggressive tendencies-my mind is racing my baby is hurting-he’s bleeding from spots on his legs I called my husband he said take him to Vet for help-I load up my injured dog in my truck but I had to go back in for the house for something….that’s when I hear a knock at my door 🚪…..I open my door and before me stands a 5 foot 300 lbs sheboon scowling like they do. I speak first because what do you really say? I’m sorry you hit my dumb dog? So I says “good morning how’s ur car,” half jokingly trying to lighten the mood of the awful scene that just played out-in my mind I’m thinking she’s concerned for my dog. She never once asked how my dog was. Here’s how the conversation went
“Good morning how’s ur car?”
Sheboon scowling: “not good” she walks towards the passenger side of her car
I follow her not sure where this was going
Sheboon: “ your dog damaged my car” she points her fat finger at a plastic fairing piece above the tire
ME: I’m in shock i don’t say anything-I watched my baby dog get hit my baby is in the car bleeding in pain my thoughts are racing After a minute of silence I say
“ wasn’t MY DOG”
Sheboon: scowled even harder and through gritted teeth she says “ who’s dog was it?!”
ME: “i don’t know” I turned around and went inside my house and locked the door.
The boon was parked behind my truck in my driveway I had to get my dog to a vet. I sat in house for a minute thinking what am I gonna do this bitch has to move for me to leave! Finally I say fuck it I’ll back over this cunts front end my truck is bigger than her car. I go out get in my truck she’s in her car I wait a minute waiting for her to leave and she doesn’t so I put my truck in reverse and started backing up she seen i wasn’t playing and she backed outta my driveway and left-the story goes on-two houses down a white bitch with multiple sharks sees me outside one day (I would do yard work for my neighbor) and she says hey didn’t your dog get hit some time ago? I said ya and told her the lady was a cunt and didn’t care about my dog-the coal burner says “ya I told her where you lived” I don’t believe I ever spoke any more words to that stupid bitch the rest of days I lived in that house. So a few weeks go by my dog recovered he walks funny to this day but he’s alive and happy and doesn’t bite people anymore
So anyway a few weeks later some black guy knocks on my door and says “hey I heard ur dog got hit would you like a puppy? my dog had puppies”
I’m quick to judge and quick to assume everyone is out to fûck someone over-my thoughts were this guy working with the sheboon to try to get me to admit to it being my dog that she hit so she can sue me
So I told him like I told the obese sheboon
WASNT MY DOG
Never in my life have I heard of someone wanting money or their car fixed after hitting someone’s dog and her lack of asking about how my dog was appalling
That’s my story and I realize 100% I’m at fault as well for not having my animal under total control,honestly I don’t remember the damage my dog did to her car. My mind was racing and my eyes were blurry from tears. But it couldn’t of been that bad my dog didn’t die and the speed limit was 35mphs and she was 35-40 feet from the stop sign.
So thats my story and to this day I’ve never had someone tell me a similar story
People are always like “she didn’t ask about your dog?!”
No the bitch didn’t it was all about the gibs me dat.
