FML part deux

I'm feeling pretty crappy and depressed. I'm a downer so may want to play somewhere else today. Again

I saw a pug! I can't resist. I must meet and smooch this newest addition to a friends home.

He not really a friend, he's our mechanic and we've known him for many many years. I guess he really is a friend, but not like a call up and chit chat kind of friend. Whatever.

And he says Saralee (his daughters new 'room mate') has a pug. So I gotta see him.

His name is Sparky. Or Spanky. I forget.

First thing I notice is that his head is huge! And then he is a bag of bones. Bony ribs, sunken flanks.

How's his diet? Does he eat well, have any diarrhea?
No, he eats well.
Has he been wormed?
Oh yes, he's been wormed.

She. Does not look like the type of gal that would spend money on a vet. If she did the vet would surly notice the mange on his wrinkles.

He's two years old and not fixed. She says. The lady I got him from wants to breed him one more time and then I'll get him fixed.

Great. He's a puppy mill puggy with a trashy new owner.

He needs to be rescued.

This does nothing to improve my mood.

FML

FYI I scrubbed my hands lest I bring whatever evil this sweet dog is harboring back to my own furry children.