That appalling woman who deliberately allowed her Boxer dog to starve to death has been given an 18 week prison sentence...I do so hope she has a thoroughly miserable time.
Another case in Scotland of a father and son arrested for Badger baiting annoyed me...not just for the Badger baiting but for the fact they were banned from keeping dogs for ten years...why not life? And both have to complete 200 hours of community service within the next nine months...why not now...why give them so much leeway. There was a photo of the two of them outside the court...giving the photographer a thumbs up...that was the son...while the father flipped the bird...and the son was grinning like an eejit. Himself said he'd have marched them straight back into the courtroom and given them both custodial sentences to wipe the smirks from their faces...
On a lighter note...a chap serving one of those incredibly long prison sentences the American justice system doles out, trains dogs to be Autistic children's guides and helpers...he finds out from the child themselves about their biggest fears and concerns and then trains a dog accordingly...no idea just how he goes about it, but it works and he has had numerous successes...children interacting with their peers and no longer fearful of unknown situations among many other benefits. He's giving society something back...the child is getting a best mate and the dog is welcomed into a good home. He mostly uses shelter dogs...
But then I read a soppy article which had me reaching for the sick bag with some woman calling her dogs and cats her 'fur babies'...fur baby my foot...
There's a sort of pet superstore in Sligo...they don't sell actual pets but food and toys and so on...Teresa and I went upstairs one day and fell about clutching our sides laughing 'cos there are row upon row of pretty little frocks and jumpers and even shoes...lengths of hair ribbon and soft beds which cost as much as a human bed...T kept pulling stuff off the shelf and waving it at me...net skirts and ballet tutu's...
Himself once bought Eilis a sort of all in one combination thing that was patterned in combat colours...he managed to stuff her fat little body into it and she just looked a total fool...I 'lost' it very quickly afterwards. But it had only cost him one euro from a market stall...
Now I don't object to dogs wearing bandana's...Bobby ate his actually when I gave him one...though I suppose it does make them look as they are owned by a dippy-hippy...which is probably why I tried to entice Bobby to keep his on and not gnaw the ends, then swallow the bits, with me on the floor with my hand down his throat trying to fish bits of cotton scarf out...
But fur babies? For crying out loud...it's a feckin' cat...if I called my cats fur babies they'd probably bite my ankles.
And for some reason that has reminded me that Bernie asked 'what do we do with our donkeys'...Old Neddy is a ride and drive...in other words he'll pull a cart or be ridden...but Neddy has lung disease and isn't able any longer...Jack is a bossy little sod...he'll chase the dogs and kick them if he catches them unawares...one of the reasons sheep farmers keep donkeys in a flock to deter coyotes...but he's too short for a cart and could only be ridden by very small children...under close supervision.
They are simply pets...they love to be cuddled and stroked and talked to...they adore being groomed...would give their right leg for a squashy pear or a piece of apple...or a ginger nut biscuit. Jack and Neddy are biddable and well-mannered...they don't bite or kick or try to push you over.
But they are not our 'fur babies'!