What the fuck? Don't feed my fucking dog, butterbarge! Walked over to the post office just now, taking along my dog as usual, clipped her leash to an out of the way spot as usual, and walked into the post office. Grabbed my mail from the box, left the post office - time elapsed <30 seconds as usual.  Look over at my fit, healthy dog and start walking toward her, but what do I see? This round thing is squatted down feeding her a handful of something neon colored. You can fucking bet I yelled at her, "are you feeding my dog? What the hell?" and it lurched to the beetus stumps that were formerly human feet. "It's gluten free!" ...did I fucking stutter? "You don't feed other people's animals! No!" "It's gluten free, maybe you shouldn't leave a dog outside all the time then! Or put a sign that says 'don't feed me'!" "Like you'd read! Shame on you etc etc" What... what the fucking fuck? I hate butterhuffers even more right now.  Oh, and I found out what she had been fed... on the walk home my poor pupper vomited a double ham-full of gummyworms or something like that. Bright neon gummy candy... that had been fed to my dog. What the fuck. UPDATE: She's doing fine, everything I can find online said if the candy in her stomach for such a short time was going to cause any issues they would have been obvious by now so I think she dodged that bullet. I'm going to feed her a little less for dinner, but what a little trooper! I'm still angry, but at least she'll be okay. Here she is, with her almost 12-year-old adorableness. Permanent puppy face!