“Brilliant, some pethetic hairy fairy student type knocks on the door at 7pm collecting for Battersea Dogs Home. Having immediately told her I give enough to charity and that I am not interested. She encourages my 10 year old dog with Arthritis and a heart condition out into the cold night air, the same cold night air that has now filled my hallway, where once there was air warmed up at great expense to myself. Once she has pulled at my none existent heart strings she allowed me to take my elderly, knackered and now dirty pawed dog back indoors. Maybe I should have donated MOLLY !?!”
by Mr_Sneer
Thursday, January 19 2012, 9:27AM
“And yet... somehow... life goes on.”