My apartment building as been owned by many. One previous owner had a dog, Brandy, who was left outside virtually all year long. None of them (me being the exception) paid her any notice or spent time with her. This owner was evil and wrong and hopefully will pay for it in hell.
Many folks leave their dogs chained-up outside all the time. In the cold, or more likely, the brutal heat we get here during July. I want to see a big-ass water dish right next to these nearly (not really but that's how I think of it) abandoned dogs.
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We see this all the time in East Hawaii. Dogs chained up, as fences are so dreadfully expensive to build... It breaks my heart. A dog is a social creature and longs to be near you. Most people only have a dog for its bark here and rain or shine its out exposed in the yards
I placed this poem on a post back in january I will place it in the next comments section.
A DOG'S PRAYER
by Beth Norman Harris
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of mine.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
Posted by: DancingRainGirl at June 23, 2004 02:44 AM