Next door to my inlaws house used to live an old cocker spaniel. He was an outside only dog and must've been at least 10 years old. They kept him in his own part of the yard, he wasn't even allowed on the grass. He had a dog house a dish for food and water and that's it. He had cataracts and was overweight.

I cry everytime I think about him. (I'm crying now. How stupid) Everytime we'd go over to visit my inlaws, I would go to a little hole in the fence and pet him and give him some treats. I think even talking to him made him happy, because sometimes you could see his little stump wagging just a little bit.

The last time we were there (Christmas) he was gone and there was what appeared to be a Golden Retreiver in his place. I guess he died.

I threatened to call animal control and even to take him every time we went and my FIL forbid it because he said the dog was well taken care of (which was bull****) and that he didn't want me to start anything.

Why do people get a dog to make it live like that. *cry*

Sorry, I just felt like sharing his story.