Sick Fucker(s).

Someone I work with received a call today from his father saying that he had found my co-worker's dachshund in his yard, blown to bits by a rifle. Shot not once, but twice. Obviously not an accident. And to make matters worse, the dog actually belonged to my co-worker's son.

Hearing this actually just made the blood drain out of my face in horror and disgust and I am now literally sick to my stomach. I mean, what kind of sorry son-of-a-bitch does something like that? Seriously? I consider my pets to be like family members. You hurt mine, you can absolutely expect me to hurt yours -- or even better, you.