Trust, I was horrified. I seriously felt like a thief picking up MY FATHERS ASHES. I am not blowing smoke up anyones ass. It was horrifying and it took about three weeks of crying and wailing at my sisters (also a Trump supporter) to get myself together enough to get the one dog that got caught in a, its my dog, no its mine struggle.

It happened that his best friend was horrified and let me know what he did to the dog that was left behind. My ex shut him in a cage in a room with all of my belongings and called it "the regret room". I have that dog back now and he has never been the same. All of the pain and crap from the divorce, him breaking my beautiful dog (it was his first) is the one thing that I will never, ever forgive him for.

So, Cheese is with me now forever. I have to walk him when no one is around, despite tons of classes and training. He's just broken. He hates men and some women. Cheese was born of their shitty abusive relationship. Whereas Chief, before that was happy and loved other dogs. Their fucked up legacy lives on.