Remember how, what, less than a week ago I posted about the dog, Lacey, that was being left all by itself in the garage door store? And how pissed I was about it?
Well. I came into the store today and the dog wasn't there. No big deal, I figured, it hadn't been there yesterday morning because the guy had actually took it home for the weekend. I notice the back door is open, which is odd, and I freak out for a bit making sure no serial killers are hiding in the store anywhere.
I get to work (after checking my e-mail for as long as possible, of course) and eventually the guy gets there. I tell him about the back door.
"Oh. Kaleb must have left it open again." Kaleb is his bratty as shit youngest kid. While the other two are pretty quiet and sedate, Kaleb gets into EVERYTHING and makes a mess of it. I've opened drawers I've spent a long time filing to see them all wrecked and all over the place.
Anyway, he goes on to say, "Kaleb left the door open in the afternoon yesterday and Lacey got out. She must have crawled through a hole in the fence. She got hit, I found her next to Kroger. Kaleb had a fit, he was so upset."
So this poor dog only lasted a week in the store.
My god, people, do NOT leave your dogs in an office, especially one by a busy street, ESPECIALLY ones where you have your irresponsible kids running around doing god knows what.
I am so mad at myself for not saying anything about how I thought the dog shouldn't be alone in the store in the first place. If I had, maybe she'd still be alive. I have no idea how I'm going to make it through the end of the month before I quit. This is ridiculous.