You know what? Next time someone proudly proclaims that they “rescued” their precious little yippy dog from a puppy mill, I’m gonna be like, “Wow! It takes a lot of balls to break into a place like that and rescue the puppies. Were you scared?”

And inevitably they’ll be like, “Well, er, no I didn’t break in. I just went there and…got her.”

Because apparently there’s some confusion about what the word rescue means. If you went to a puppy mill, saw a bunch of starving dogs stuffed in cages and knee-deep in their own waste, and immediately went to the cops and got the place raided, you RESCUED dogs from a puppy mill. Good job you!

If you went to a puppy mill, saw a bunch of starving dogs, pointed to one you wanted, then handed a scumbag money, you BOUGHT a dog from a puppy mill. Yes, that dog is no longer in the mill, but the rest of them still fucking are. And worse, you just handed the owners money that they will use to abuse more dogs. You didn’t rescue anything! You’re helping to promote the whole business model.

If the puppy mills couldn’t count on a bunch of dumbasses thinking they’re somehow doing some sort of service to society by “rescuing” dogs one-by-one from those places, they’d all shut down. You want to rescue a dog and feel like you did something good, go to the local animal shelter. But if you went to a place that sacrifices a dog’s basic health and comfort to make a few extra bucks, you DO NOT get to pretend you’re some kind of hero.

That is all.