Puppy! Enough said

The mother of the family next door that owns the puppy clearly doesn't give a rat's arse about her. Mick and I reckon the separated dad (a "weekend" dad) gave it to the little son – they have two other teenage arsehole children – as an affection-grabber. The mother consequently hates it and quite possibly wants it to get run over.

Anyway, that's what I think.

The puppy's been on her own every day this week; our neighbour Diane has taken to driving at a snail's pace, terrified of running her over.
Mick wants to call the RSPCA but I talked him out of it for the time being. At least the puppy's safe in our backyard.

And really, how can I complain?

Mick hasn't been that attentive in years.