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I once had a dog, who was told when to sit, when to eat, to heel and only Yap, bark and mutter when convenient to others, also who went ballistic when strangers were in her house. She escaped bit a child and started a fight with another dog, the mark was horrendous, then I thought how would I like it if I also was tethered, would I too go insane, be heeled to a man, to eat when convenient to others, to accept strangers into my house, to not speak freely, to succumb to what is ought to be expected of me, so I had my best friend put to sleep, it was not fair she should be in this world allowed to be herself but to conform what others want, at least for a short while she was free to be exactly what she was a living being with precisely her own mind and not what the world wants. You can straighten, knock out and rot teeth but it does not alter the fact of what that being is, if you are short, you can wear heels, hide behind a car, glide your way through life, if you are weak you can degrade, drug and alter anothers persona, if you are deaf you may have a ticket to watch what the blind cannot see and if you are mentally incapable you can hide behind the mask of the stronger willed but it does never alter the facts, the facts are she was always alright my dog, it was you whom put the obstacles in place for her death, she never heeled for me she just liked me and I will never forgive this world for the fact she isn't here because of others presence.
I have another dog now, my daughters choice but she is not my dog, the difference is my dog protected me and because of that she got killed. Please don't think I did wrong, but the girls family demanded I have her put to sleep or they would prosecute me which I could not afford and unfortunately if it went to Court she is of course a lesser being, just a fact of life, you ask why was she in my house and the answer is because the mother had a car, quite simply designed to be in that area/zone, ergonomically speaking my dog didn't quite see it like that, I once met a dark chinese man and I said to him do you realise you are in the middle of a German commune, he said yes but they like my food and they pay and I get to send the money back to my family and our house dog, do you not miss them I asked, he said no mam, my wife is raving mad and the children as wild as dogs, and I said to him, how wonderful. The moral of these facts are, appreciate your neighbors but do not cause harm so that they kill their dogs, they will not forgive you and you will walk this earth taking something forever that is truly not yours and you may hobble when you hide it upon your person. There is no such thing as heel if it is decided it wants to be. Someone was talking in the pub, and I listened but all I could hear was, not safe, my dog taught me that, he strangely looked familiar but being housebound for near 30 years it was a bit difficult to work it out. So the next time your dog goes ballistic think, stop, listen, what is the reason, are you safe, is it time to leave, where are your escape routes, where are your people, where is the best place of safety, your dog is not stupid and has heightened senses to you, be it age, incapacities etc. So if a stranger approaches and guides you away from your home and your dog bites their ankles take it as a warning sign that something is untoward, they are not attacking you but telling you to stay put. I miss my wrenching stinking home, the stench of dog odours, the hours spent washing away her smell the children which they are no longer, I now have one with little odours, chosen, bred to be sold and oblivious, at least the one I had actually liked me not on the shelf of a doggy hypermarket, so she was strong willed, a headache a complete pain in the backside for all the stress at least my white hair is for a reason and not out of a bottle from your hypermarket falsely put their because you can, I'd rather be poor and real than a prefab domaine of false idealisisms and cultural perfectionism of state run atrocities of war, famine and higherarchy colonism, I lost my dog because she didn't like you. The thing is I can't even replace it I don't know where she even came from and furthermore just because you get another that looks like it doesn't make it the same, I'm so pissed right now, I got accused of being an alcoholic when I lost my mum too, then the dog, then I had my teeth removed as if I care less, so I spent approximately 50,000 gaming, shall we say I'm doing a bit of time. It's not the dogs fault it's people's fault, I prefer my dead dog. Anyway a bit boring but that's my experience of my first bought dog, she was £20.
I have another dog now, my daughters choice but she is not my dog, the difference is my dog protected me and because of that she got killed. Please don't think I did wrong, but the girls family demanded I have her put to sleep or they would prosecute me which I could not afford and unfortunately if it went to Court she is of course a lesser being, just a fact of life, you ask why was she in my house and the answer is because the mother had a car, quite simply designed to be in that area/zone, ergonomically speaking my dog didn't quite see it like that, I once met a dark chinese man and I said to him do you realise you are in the middle of a German commune, he said yes but they like my food and they pay and I get to send the money back to my family and our house dog, do you not miss them I asked, he said no mam, my wife is raving mad and the children as wild as dogs, and I said to him, how wonderful. The moral of these facts are, appreciate your neighbors but do not cause harm so that they kill their dogs, they will not forgive you and you will walk this earth taking something forever that is truly not yours and you may hobble when you hide it upon your person. There is no such thing as heel if it is decided it wants to be. Someone was talking in the pub, and I listened but all I could hear was, not safe, my dog taught me that, he strangely looked familiar but being housebound for near 30 years it was a bit difficult to work it out. So the next time your dog goes ballistic think, stop, listen, what is the reason, are you safe, is it time to leave, where are your escape routes, where are your people, where is the best place of safety, your dog is not stupid and has heightened senses to you, be it age, incapacities etc. So if a stranger approaches and guides you away from your home and your dog bites their ankles take it as a warning sign that something is untoward, they are not attacking you but telling you to stay put. I miss my wrenching stinking home, the stench of dog odours, the hours spent washing away her smell the children which they are no longer, I now have one with little odours, chosen, bred to be sold and oblivious, at least the one I had actually liked me not on the shelf of a doggy hypermarket, so she was strong willed, a headache a complete pain in the backside for all the stress at least my white hair is for a reason and not out of a bottle from your hypermarket falsely put their because you can, I'd rather be poor and real than a prefab domaine of false idealisisms and cultural perfectionism of state run atrocities of war, famine and higherarchy colonism, I lost my dog because she didn't like you. The thing is I can't even replace it I don't know where she even came from and furthermore just because you get another that looks like it doesn't make it the same, I'm so pissed right now, I got accused of being an alcoholic when I lost my mum too, then the dog, then I had my teeth removed as if I care less, so I spent approximately 50,000 gaming, shall we say I'm doing a bit of time. It's not the dogs fault it's people's fault, I prefer my dead dog. Anyway a bit boring but that's my experience of my first bought dog, she was £20.
