“We need, in a special way, to work twice as hard to help people understand that the animals are fellow creatures, that we must protect them and love them as we love ourselves.” ― Cesar Chavez
C A N I N E S M A R T S T H W A R T S H U M A N C R U E L T Y
This article could be considered a continuation of my exploration of the nutty neighbors who live in the same building as I do. Noticing some of their inhumane antics makes me grateful they do not live on the same floor as me.
I wrote about this one family in the post entitled “The Case of the Part Time Puffers”. I told about the unfortunate children and teens who are living with a foster mother whose public actions make a sane person question her competency to care for and protect her charges.
Last Wednesday I looked out my bedroom window and noticed that the family dog had gotten out of the suite and was following a family member down the sidewalk away from the dwelling. The dog was unleashed. Two of the female teens and a younger boy about twelve ran out to help corral the dog back into the dwelling.
The “Caning Lady” I wrote about in a previous article burst out the patio door, limped across the concrete parking lot, scurried across the lawn and took a position at a 45 degree angle to the dog’s position.
She started shouting and cursing at the dog and when the dog turned to face her the woman lifted the cane over her head and hurled it in the dog’s direction missing the animal by a few feet.
Her actions not only startled the dog but me as well. The dog heard the woman scream again and made tracks back to its suite as if its life depended on it and in this case it did. I am quite certain the dog’s bladder spasmed at this unorthodox way of getting its attention.
However I think the old woman is also guilty of caning the two pregnant females who also live under her roof. A few days before this incident I noticed the two girls also sporting canes as they left the suite. The three women hobbled down the street and did not say a word to one another.
I write about this stuff because I feel better expressing my take on such cruelty and hoping that other neighbors on this site will start to complain about this cruel way of treating people and animals.
I call the management team here, tell them my stories and I am politely advised to call family services, the human society or the police if something happens that is not kosher. Right.
Each day living in this suite offers me more fodder to write about and share my thoughts on the state of my fellow man.
Hopefully one day sanity will reign before an animal is maimed or killed or a person seriously injured.
There is a saying that a dog is man’s best friend. Is man always a dogs?
And that’s the way it is.