so, who is an animal, your dog – or you?
14 Apr 2010 1 Comment
in society problems Tags: dogs, evil people who chain up dogs are superevil, happiness, love, pookie
My Pookie! Dog 
hi, everyone.
people have been asking me what is going on with my blog (i am looking at you, two people person:) (i also love you!)), and i am realizing i haven’t done much writing lately. i did want to.
specifically, i want to talk about the treatment of dogs in montenegro.
us, dog lovers in montenegro probably all have neighbors that treat dogs like the most vicious animal that needs punishment because it has been so, well, vicious. which they of course, are NOT. until they make them that way. there are no such thing as BAD dogs. all dogs start out as puppies! and puppies! are the most incredible creatures on the planet! now, if you put a puppie! on a leash behind your house for a couple of years, it is sure to have mental issues.
people here think this is absolutely normal, and that dog should be on a leash. “that is its place. to guard our house against all the bad people in this world…” because everyone knows that if a person sees a CHAINED up dog, they will be afraid. YOU MORONS! a dog won’t protect while tied up on a chain! he cannot go anywhere! also, would you protect someone who has tied you up, does not let you run, and does not pet or play with you. does a prisoner protect a prison guard?!
i do not know if you can notice, but i am a little emotional about this. i have a dog. that isn’t the right expression. there is a dog that lives in my house, and she is a part of our family. i bathe her. i cut her hair. i play with her. i take her running. i buy her food and treats and i am gonna make her a birthday party this fifteenth, because she is turning a year! and i love her. with all the strength of my heart, i love my dog! (top that, country song writers!).
my dog, pookie, is one of the most incredible creatures you will ever meet in your life (and you will meet her when i start writing about her). she gives pookie kisses. she loves little kids. her body moves like shakira’s whenever she sees a new person, or whenever she sees a friend. she sleeps on her back. she thought me how to stretch. she is way better than a lot of people on this planet.
and i would have rather chained my self up, than did that to her.
i understand that the culture of my (not so incredible) country is such that people are ignorant about animal treatment. but, don’t you think when a dog barks all night, every night, for years, there might be something wrong with him? he needs something. he wants something. maybe freedom. maybe more space to move. more than a 10 inches. maybe? please, think on this.
dogs rock. dogs are better than people. i wanna be a dog. i’m gonna go hug pookie now.
all the love,
