A few years ago a new couple moved into the cottage. They pretty much kept to themselves. I respect that. It's why folks move to the country; to enjoy some peace and tranquillity.
They owned two beautiful German shepherds. In the early years those dogs and our dogs wore a trail into the hayfield chasing each other back and forth across the quarter mile or so that separates us.
But things changed. The woman left. Police were involved. Things went downhill. The dude hasn't cut his lawn the last two summers.
There's a new woman, but we seldom see her. We seldom see the dogs. They'll be out for 18 hours straight, and then we don't see them for days at a time. They are seriously neglected, and I feel sorry for them.
Word is, it's fentanyl. Makes sense. You're off on a trip and who cares if the dogs shit in the house?
I always had a pretty loose attitude towards drugs in general, but what I'm seeing here gives me pause. These people have more or less ceased to function in society, save whatever social interactions are required to get more drugs. The dentist is trying to get them out because they can't pay rent. But they can afford to be completely messed up on drugs for days at a time.
We know how this ends. I just worry for the dogs.
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