Poor little Emmit, the 10-pound Yorkie whose intemperate choice to bite his mistress Ashley Yeater's boyfriend Joseph Graves earned him a severe beating with a belt buckle and with said boyfriend's foot, just can't win. First he's savaged while left in the care of Graves, then he's denied a trip to the vet for two days until he's at death's door and now, after his attacker served 40 days in jail and lost his banking job, his fucking owner has taken the boyfriend back and forgives him!

Yeater says:

"I hope one day we will all be back to normal, the three of us, with little Emmit...I'm relieved. We are moving on. Never once have I thought that he was a bad person or that he wanted to murder my dog."

This kind of irrational behavior really and truly begs for atrocious commentary and dark hopes for a similar fate to befall Yeater, who was away with the touring company of A Chorus Line when this all happened, something along the lines of, "God, I hope she gets it...I hope she gets it." But I don't hope she gets it in that sense. I just hope one day she gets that what this guy did was not some normal little mistake. He needs therapy, not a free pass (jail was a good punishment, but now he needs help). I hope that dog is never, ever given back to a person with such poor judgment.