My name's Rachel. I'm twenty three years old and from New York. I am nobody.
Some fucking asshole neighbor just tried to inadvertently accuse me of starving my dog. I tried to explain to him that she’s a fucking greyhound. She has a fast metabolism. It’s VERY difficult to keep weight on her. It’s a constant anxiety for me because I know dumb people look at her and think “omg that dog is being starved”.
She is fed two pounds of complete and balanced raw food a day! More then is even recommended for her size. She also has a frozen leg, having her put on a lot of weight is a BAD idea. I finally said to him “No, I’m not starving my dog but thanks for your concern” and took the dog back inside.
When will people learn that it’s rude to talk to me about my dog’s weight? It’s literally offensive. I wouldn’t go up to a person and say “Hey did you know your child is kinda really obese?”. No because it’s rude. SAME THING.
I’m fuming. I want to go back over to him and tell him he’s an ignorant shithead.
Thank god for having some control over my temper(finally…you know…10 years later)
Tribute to Steve Irwin, a guy who genuinely loved nature and animals.
This man was beyond real
"Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first."
- Steve Irwin (r.i.p.)
Inspiration! What a positive human being.
I love these two.
Me, every day…