I HATE human beings*

*Sometimes. And only some of them.
But let me tell you who I do hate. Any human being who could starve a dog to the brink of death deserves to be locked in a cage, infested with fleas and ticks, exposed to extremes in temperature and slowly starved to death. And I mean all the way.
Edgar Van WauWau is sleeping in my bathroom. He's a full-grown German Shepherd who most probably weighs about as much as most Cocker Spaniels. Judging by his teeth, he's young. No dog could have survived much into adulthood in the state he recently escaped.
His bath water was the color of liquid chocolate when we were done. I pulled 14 ticks off of him. And 1000s of fleas went down the drain.
He's eating prescription dog food now... 1/4 a can at a time, because his stomach couldn't handle more.
He came when I called him and he is gentle and sweet. My roommate said over and over what a fantastic disposition he has.
But I am still just sick.
There is no excuse for such treatment of any animal. And his previous owners will rot in a certain hell.
Why and how are beyond me. But I can promise you this. Edgar will have a great life once he's well. When he gains weight I'll have him neutered and adopt a great family for him.
And if I ever catch anyone hurting a dog, they will rue the day.