Dear person "responsible" for the puppy who showed up on my doorstep Wednesday night:
Nice job of animal ownership! The decades-old, frayed pink collar on the very young male dog was a whimsical touch, and added a bit of incongruity to the otherwise pitiful sight. You know...the plainly visible ribs, the jutting hip and chest bones and the ears...oh, the ears. How many fly bites does it take to leave open wounds like that? The general lack of hair, the dry, scaly skin...yes, you did a damn good job with your stewardship, didn't you?
You looked right into those sweet, trusting eyes, and you violated that trust, as your victim licked your chin and wagged his tail, no doubt.
See you in hell. I hope it's hot. And I hope you are forced to forage through garbage for every "morsel" you eat, while the flies chew your ears.
The person now trying to clean up your mess