I am ashamed to be related to these people. In fact, I can't believe I even know people like this. Is anyone else related to someone they just cannot fathom as a human being? How do you deal with this? How can I face these people again?
I was talking with my sister about her and her "family" moving to South Dakota (Her Redneck (no offense to rednecks) hubby, and one of his 3 kids), and she said she could just kill a buffalo from their back yard. I asked if there are hunting seasons for buffalo (I didn't think so, but hey I'm no expert), and she said no, but if it "was attacking her dog, she would kill it." Their dogs (that I knew about) were two Rotties, and a Chow. Yeah, I see a buffalo attacking those dogs. I still don't know if she was trying to be funny, or was serious. But that's not what really upset me.
So I asked about the dogs, and she said they only have one now, Rocky the Rottie. What happened to the others?
Well, Bear the Chow was very old. He was about 9 years old, which is apparently old for a Chow. She said he had cancer, and was rotting from the inside out. (I'm going to try to recall what she said because I still can't fathom it.) "You could smell it. We couldn't stand to see him suffer any more so we put him down. Just like I had to do with Simba, and what Dad did with Felicia. Only we did it in the back yard." WHAT?!?!?!!? I couldn't even ask what possible "humane" method was used. Oh, and Moose, the other Rottie - well, he was "just stupid and R. (her hubby) hated him." So they "got rid of him." I don't even want to know what happened to that poor dog. I'm *hoping* that they took him to a shelter.
Am I nuts for being upset about these conversations? My sister didn't used to be like this, I swear. She *did* at one time believe in veterinary care. I know they didn't take Bear to the vet.
I was talking with my sister about her and her "family" moving to South Dakota (Her Redneck (no offense to rednecks) hubby, and one of his 3 kids), and she said she could just kill a buffalo from their back yard. I asked if there are hunting seasons for buffalo (I didn't think so, but hey I'm no expert), and she said no, but if it "was attacking her dog, she would kill it." Their dogs (that I knew about) were two Rotties, and a Chow. Yeah, I see a buffalo attacking those dogs. I still don't know if she was trying to be funny, or was serious. But that's not what really upset me.
So I asked about the dogs, and she said they only have one now, Rocky the Rottie. What happened to the others?
Well, Bear the Chow was very old. He was about 9 years old, which is apparently old for a Chow. She said he had cancer, and was rotting from the inside out. (I'm going to try to recall what she said because I still can't fathom it.) "You could smell it. We couldn't stand to see him suffer any more so we put him down. Just like I had to do with Simba, and what Dad did with Felicia. Only we did it in the back yard." WHAT?!?!?!!? I couldn't even ask what possible "humane" method was used. Oh, and Moose, the other Rottie - well, he was "just stupid and R. (her hubby) hated him." So they "got rid of him." I don't even want to know what happened to that poor dog. I'm *hoping* that they took him to a shelter.
Am I nuts for being upset about these conversations? My sister didn't used to be like this, I swear. She *did* at one time believe in veterinary care. I know they didn't take Bear to the vet.