The conversation went something like this:
ME: I don't see any signs of trauma, but you should probably take him to the vet to be sure. What happened?
WOMAN: He kicked my dog.
ME: Who is "he"?
WOMAN: My boyfriend.
ME: Did you see him kick your dog?
WOMAN: No, but sometimes he get frustrated and kicks my dog.
ME: Why are you dating someone who kicks dogs?
WOMAN: How do I get him to stop?
ME: Have you tried "Dude, don't kick my effing dog?"
WOMAN: Yeah, but he doesn't listen.
ME: I'm not telling you how to live your life, but if a man in my life kicked my dog, he would no longer be in my life.
WOMAN: I love him so much. I don't want to lose him.
ME: Your boyfriend?
WOMAN: No, my dog.
WOMAN: He said it was him or the dog.
ME: And you're choosing the abusive one over the one who licks your face?
WOMAN: Yeah . . .
I wish I could say that I changed her mind. I didn't. I gave her my card. The police officers stayed and talked to her for a while longer. They didn't make any progress either. I don't know what to do.
So, here again, is Jedi's Public Service Announcement:
People suck. -- K