Step One - go to my friend Rachel's blog, the Waxing Moon.
Step Two - read her posts about Trevor, the dog.
Step Three - stage a midnight requisition of one canine from the Whitehorse animal shelter (although how they're a shelter when they kill the creatures they're supposed to be rescuing is beyond me) and ship it to a certain Blue Witch in Georgia, where she is fairly certain they won't think to look for him, or bother to come fetch him. Fetch...something he deserves a chance at again, I think...
My fellow humans, for the love of all you hold sacred and dear...think...THINK...before you make another life your responsibility. Think about the consequences of your actions (or lack of them) before you drag some poor mutt into your chaos. This sort of thing is shameful, a blot on the collective soul of humanity...and I have some very unpleasant opinions about the specific woman who lied and cheated to get this dog and is now costing a life. Oh, wait, it's just a dog, though, no biggie...
Grr...
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