so my step-brother is married, but he joined the military not too long ago and is currently living away from his wife so he can go to school for what he is intending to specialize in.
his wife is straight-up mental. this isnt my opinion, she takes multiple meds for anxiety and anti-depressants and probably even some other shit (do people with OCD take meds? she has that too). she constantly wakes up during the night crying because of nightmares and she is very clingy to my step-brother. but he likes her and shes a nice person [aside from being a mental/emotional wreck], so i dont mind her.
the clingy-ness causes her to have to go visit my step-brother constantly. and for some reason she thinks that its wrong to put her little yappy-ass chihuahua/pinscher mix in the kennel for a few days whenever she goes to visit my step-brother. their house is about 30 minutes away from me, so she asked if i could watch her dog for a few days.
she is nice so i agreed to watch the piece of shit (i hate small dogs). big mistake. as i expected, this dog reinforced all my hatred for small dogs. it's stupid, barks at everything, ate my belongings, and it chased my cats CONSTANTLY. they were living in fear of their own home. over the few days it was here it pissed me off quite a bit. but i was letting it go. the rage was building though, and the flood gates were about to open. (i should also mention that i tried normal punishment [putting it in its cage, yelling at it, etc] with this dog for a while)
one day it was chasing one of my cats again in my backyard. i was eating and saw what was going on, and got put into a seething rage instantly. the dog chased my cat onto my deck and my cat hopped up on my table out there and the dog was barking at it from the deck.
i love my cats, and i hate this dog. so i did something about it. i opened my back door and took two steps onto my deck, football field goal kicker style; and after the second step i straight up punted this little fucker with all the force i could put behind my foot.
i shit you not, this dog flew 4 feet into the air, did 2 backflips, and then slammed against the corner of my grill. it let out a yelp like it thought it was about to die while in the air, and when it landed back on the ground it got up and took about 10 steps, yelping like i had just caused some severe internal damage or broken a few ribs the entire way.
after those 10 steps it laid down in my yard and had a siezure. i left it there and went inside to finish my meal. it didnt get up for about 5 minutes.
so i called up my step-brothers wife and told her that she better come get her dog or its going to die. i wasnt taking it to the vet, i had (and have) no remorse. she was very upset. i told her exactly what happened. so she came and got her dog and went home (it was like a 5 hour drive for her to come get the dog). i really dont give a fuck that i interrupted her seeing my step-brother either.
i think that dog had it coming, and full on deserved what happened to it.
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