macabaret

i am a horrible person.
i had a basset hound puppy, and realized that i couldnt' take care of him the way he needed to so i started looking around and asking friends, well my friend whitney (her fiance is my tattoo artist) said they had been looking for a dog, and they would love to have Blue. so i was all excited i had found him a good home, he was gonna be hapy and taken care of and she would be happy too. works out for everyone right?

well ends up he has parvo. about two days after i took him down she sent me a message frantically asking questions because blue was throwing upa nd wouldn't eat anything.

and i swear to God and on anything you want, he was fine before hand, i could've sworn it. he was fine! i mean he was jumping around and playing and everything. id ont know how it happened, if i had known he was sick i wouldnt' have given them a sick dog. i would've taken care of him first.
so now i'm sure she probably hates me and thinks i shoved off a sick dog on her.

i should've checked blue out more thoroughly. i was so happy i had found someone to give him a good home and i jsut wanted to make everyone happy. and i thought i had.

i'm just gonna quit trying to do nice things, i always end up fucking something up.

fuck.