Chain Dog .....

 Tomorrow, Thursday, I'll be taking her for a little trip in a motor. Then I'll bring her back home. And, as now, I deeply suspect I'll be in fucking tears.

My poor, big, black teddy bear, with the furry ears and the waggy bum stump hasn't eaten in four days. Over night, she just went into crash.

Drinking gallons of water. Drooling. Spewing. She can't hold anything down and refuses to eat even a morsel. And yet, heart breakingly, she'll still manage a little wag of her bum stump for me.

 I've no idea how old she is, of course. No way of knowing. Having got her third hand. I just know she's far too young for this. 

 I'd love another Rottie.  But, I'll never have one again. This is what the fucking Kennel Club does to Dogs. Breeds them into walking time bombs. Genetically programmed to self destruct.

I've loved Chain Dog since the day I was called out to shoot her dead. Watched the performance as she jumped and lunged and barked at me from the end of her chain. 

Then saw her true nature as she gave that up and furiously wagged her bum stump instead.

 She won my heart, right there. Now, my  heart's fucking breaking.