Cruelty

I have a confession.

I have 2 dogs. (That is not the confession) Well one cannot call them dogs, they are a step up from Chihuahuas. (That is the confession) They are Pekingese. Yes, Pekingese. As Tit so aptly puts it I would save a fortune on mops because I would just need to shove a stick up their asses and use them. And yes they do look they pummeled into a wall 700 times to create a complete lack of profile. Now we decided when we got these 2 dogs that we wanted the best, champions and we got, well, not champions. (Although we paid for champions). Firstly the one has severe sinus problems and cannot breathe problems so snorts as she breathes heavily. Her bottom jaw also juts out so badly that one could rest their cup of tea on it. The other looks like its father was a cat, her ears are too short and her tail is too long for her and both of their tongues are too long for their mouths and so are permanently sticking out, mouth closed or open, awake or asleep. They are hideous. But extremely cute and have loads of personality. They always run side by side and follow me around the house. They great everyone who walks in the door with great enthusiasm and are in constant competition for attention. If the one sits next to you, the other will sit on your lap, then the other will try to get closer. (Where I don’t know, but they try, even if it includes attempting climbing up a nostril).
They are Tweedledum and Tweedledee (not their real names).

Now they are a little like homing pigeons. They love to run off and explore (this is particularly nerve wracking on a 550 hectare game farm) but they always (ALWAYS) come home. Our complex at home is a circle and our house is in the middle. This is their racing track, where they train for the game farm. Every opportunity they get they bolt out, run around the complex, explore a little at first, then run around like one would run around a track and when they are tired come home, sit at the front door and bark so we come let them in. at first we would go after them to catch them, the one would just ignore us and the other would sprint towards us and at the last second veer to the side in an excellent dodge-a-tackle-rugby-move. They come home, its enclosed, its good exercise, most of the neighbours love them and think they are exceptionally cute and leave them to their devices, they don’t mind them, they don’t bite, bark (properly anyway) and in reality most rats are bigger than they are. Which is why today I was enraged by a certain neighbour!

The security guard passed on a message to say that if this neighbour saw them out again he would kill them. DISGUSTING. Specially considering their Maltese matted (clearly cared for) half breed come up to our gate and barks at them every opportunity it gets! It roams round the complex freely but they will kill our dogs!? I was very proud because this morning the girls got out and pooped on their driveway. (Well done girls! Unfortunately a frog's pooh is bigger than theirs). Now The Don does not care much for the girls, he doesn’t even know their names, but he was enraged and is going to deal with it (I pity the neighbour!)

Now the reason I called this post cruelty is because I have had problems with this family and dogs before. Their brat, I mean, son kicked their puppy one day cause he believed it would be funny. Well I let the little shit I mean boy have it. Another time I caught him and the other complex kids teasing my St Bernard’s (yes once I had real dogs). Now the St Bs were horses really so they were pretty brave, considering there were 2 of them. But it is very easy to tease dogs behind a gate. (That is why when I caught them teasing them I said that if I ever caught them at the gate again I would open it to even the playing field a little – a proud moment for me!). I do not understand how people can abuse their power over animals, the animal’s complete dependency on them. A dog is not a play-thing, if you are not going to love it, don’t get one. That advert years ago when the dog was put back in the present box broke many hearts, probably even the hearts of people who abuse, and continue to, abuse their animals.

Abuse of power is something I shall delve into deeper on another day.

Remain Infinitely Cute (and cruelty free)
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