Is it just me?

 So that's two times now in the last couple weeks I've had to save dogs from dying in a hot car.  do you guys ever have to do this?  I mean, is it just me?  what is it with people?  yesterday I caused a big scene at the nail salon-- I finally found a salon that had all Vietnamese staff (ahhh...felt so much more natural than white people--so pleasant, welcoming and talented.) I'm waiting for my appointment "you picka culllah missy" and the lady sitting in the pedicure seat next to me says to her pedicurist "oh i'm taking care of my friends dog this week and I would never have a dog but its so fun for a week, she loves to ride in the car, but I'm just a little worried cause she's out there now" --- Its 88 degrees, full sun asphalt parking lot with no trees. she points to the car right outside the door.  the male pedicurist says "you have windows open?" "no, she's fine, it was cool in there when I left a little while ago"  (a gasp from the other workers) another working lady "you leave the car running with a/c?"  "no, but she's lying on the floorboards and there's water there for her" Gasps and shaking heads from workers and customers but no one's doing anything.  I whirl around--now I have to jump in loudly "LADY, its 150 plus degrees in a car within several minutes.  Your dog is going to die.  she says snootily "No, like i said, it was cool in there when I left"  I said more loudly-- I'm calling the police right now if you don't get that dog out of the car.   Wouldn't it be terrible if your friend came back and finds out you killed her darling tiny baby by leaving her in a hot car?  you are unbelievable!!!"

The staff says "its okay, bring her inside, we don't want her to die!!!!" so she reluctantly stomps out to get the cutest little white groomed dog with a ribbon in her hair, so you know this dog is the joy of the owners life who dotes on her and would probably kill herself if her dog died at someone else's hands like that.  the dog didn't stop panting for about 20 minutes inside.  I wrote down the lady's license plate, I want to find this friend to tell her how her "friend" takes care of her dog for the week.  AND, by the way, where was John Quinones?  I thought for sure he would come out and pat me on the back and say "Marni, what compelled you to take up so strongly for this dog???"-- they always set those shows in nail salons.

The other episode was outside a grocery store-- HUGE white ratty full coat Pyrenees lying prone in the back of a junked out hoarder type station wagon-- windows cracked, but it was high 80's full sun.  the dog is panting and suffering.

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I walk into the front of the store yelling "WHO'S CAR IS THIS WITH THE BIG WHITE DOG IN IT????" and some cracked out Rumpelstiltskin character just standing near the front says "thats mine lady and he is fine, trust me."  "No, he is not fine, you need to turn on the a/c or get him out of there -- maybe tie him over by a shady tree"  and he's getting more mad "Lady, mind your business, he's my dog and I'll take care of him"  (I'm about to take one of the stacked logs of firewood outside the store and bash his window in.)  "If you don't do something within minutes I'm calling the police for animal neglect and cruelty, I'm sure you don't want THAT on your rap sheet do you?"  (thinking he must have a rap sheet already, ha HA!")  and as I hear grumble grumble from him, I walk outside and stand next to his car, dialing the police.  now he comes out and says you are one pushy fuckin' bitch.  fuck you. and drives away.

Fuck me?  Fuck YOU!