Welp, I got scammed.
They say a sucker’s born every minute, and well, that sucker…was me.
*Sigh* I am not proud of this. But alas, here goes…
Ever since my mom’s stroke, I’ve always thought that it would be a good idea to get a dog. A little source of positivity running around at our feet. A little therapeutic nugget for my mom to nurture and take care of.
So I did what any good millennial would do — and shopped for one on the internet.
And let me tell you — I found the cutest teacup poodle. Yes, teacup poodle…as in, it fits…in a teacup. It only gets to be about 3 pounds. More squeak toy than ferocious fido, but the perfect little bundle of canine joy.
I was in contact with the seller. Made travel arrangements. They had a beautiful website. I had read the reviews, seen multiple photos of this dog, talked to the guy on the phone. Even had a tracking number for little Gabanna’s flight.
And as if the humiliation of my stupidity wasn’t bad enough…I had already paid. In full. In cash.
If you hear that, it’s the sound of my stomach dropping and splattering on the floor. That and the shattering of my dignity.
The company was called “NewLife Poodles” — so just a heads up if you’re in the market for a glorified hamster. Beware.
But as I was putting away the dog crate and chew toys, and returning the puppy food and leash to the pet store, I couldn’t help but reflect back on the lesson I learned here.
And I’m not simply referring to the fact that one should not buy a dog on the internet.
[[ I know that now…]]
Driving around, feeling really bummed out, having gotten my hopes up about this dog, I just couldn’t stop thinking about one thing — what type of person would make a living lying to people about puppies??
I mean, how does that person sleep at night? How can that person look in the mirror, knowing that they’re just blatantly taking advantage of people’s hearts and wallets.
What do they do, wake up and think, Who’s the sucker gonna be today?
And after a quick little stint of being angry, I began to feel sorry for that man.
And, maybe I should’ve been a little more angry, but really, my heart just broke for that man, thinking…how did he get there? How did things get so bad that he had to resort to being a con artist, scamming innocent people about puppies, no less.
It’s a sad, sad thing.
Thinking about it more, I realized that I’m passing all this judgment on this man, and the fact is, I am really no “better” than this con artist.
Granted, I might not be scamming people on puppies, but I’m guilty of my fair share of horrible things too.
How many times have I thought a judgmental though about someone? Lost my patience or had a quick temper? How many times have I been passive aggressive or said something hurtful, that I knew would hit in a particularly sore spot.
The answer? More than I’d like to admit.
I mean, look at the manipulation and lying and hurtful words I spewed during my anorexia.
I am no better than that puppy scammer.
I think it’s really timely that this came to a head on Easter weekend.
Because the fact is, Jesus took on it all.
The puppy scammers, and bedroom door slammers, the gossip slanders. Everything.
In the grand scheme of things…it’s just a dog.
Sure it makes me mad, and it’s unfortunate, but I’ve got to just keep things in perspective: no one had a stroke. No one died.
But, if Jesus can die on the cross for those who put him there, then I can let this go.
Perspective, Caralyn. Perspective.
[And yes, I did report it to the Better Business Bureau.]
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