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Monday, December 3, 2007

I was supposed to be in bed abt half an hour ago but unfortunately just before slumber time, I had to witness such cruelty and it was so revolting that I am feeling very awake now.

Have you ever seen a pet dog which is only almost a year old being hurled across the room from a human height?

Just for biting the owner's finger for no reason till he bled?

But how do we define reason?

Do we talk reason when the dog's so-called master

1) doesn't take time off to bring him for regular walks even on weekends?
2) always does not have time to prepare the dog's meals and have to rely on mum?
3) is seldom around to listen to the barks while we bystanders have to tolerate it everyday.

Dogs aren't supposed to bite their owners. But did he have the right to get so mad when he himself, as the owner, hasn't done his part?

It's sheer cruelty. What if the dog had hit his head against the floor or had broken one of his legs as a result of such an impulsive act? It's so disgusting and I have to witness it. When I reacted by telling the owner off for being cruel, he retorted by asking me rudely whether I've ever been bitten that way until I bled.

I didn't exactly bleed (in the sense that blood didn't gush out or what shit) but yes, I had the skin on my feet punctured by the teeth of this dog and no, I didn't fling him like that, nor did I beat him up. There wasn't any point in getting so worked up.

After awhile, I went into the room to look for him. He didn't run to the door to wait to be let out, instead he slowly came out from under the bed. Maybe he was frightened that someone's going to hurt him again. The look on his face was so heart wrenching. I didn't see any signs of injury (thank goodness) but the sad look on his face really broke my heart. Sad is an understatement actually. I think he's more of like in a state of shock and feeling hurt that he's thrown like that. I could only offer to tickle his belly which he liked alot, hoping to comfort him.

Some people just aren't suitable for rearing animals.

It's a sight that's going to be etched in my mind for a long long time :(

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