While my blog is mostly about writing, it's also about my life, and a huge part of that involves animals. Any kind of animal. Almost two years ago I started volunteering at the local animal shelter, and since then I have acquired two more dogs and a cat, which is the most recent addition. They have some strange issues and I've often thought if only they could talk, just for a day, and tell me their stories.
For example, our first dog that we adopted, Lilly, is terrified of balloons and large balls. She was very anxious when we first brought her home but has adjusted nicely, with the exception of those things. Then there is Cookie. Yesterday I brought her into the vet and ran into one of the members of the board of the humane society. She knew Cookie and told me that the woman who owned her was moving, and just dumped her off at the shelter without looking back. Cookie is old, maybe about ten, and she has a bad leg but it doesn't seem to bother her. She is absolutely the sweetest dog, but has so many health issues from years of neglect. She's 100% deaf from severe ear infections, she's covered with moles that were raw and bleeding when I first took her home, her teeth were rotting and falling out, and I suspect her tail was broken, plus the bad leg. Despite all that, her tail wags non-stop (even while peeing!), and she spends most of her days sleeping on the doggy bed.
All I can say is Why? Why would you get a dog when you have no intention of caring for it? No one is forced to own a dog- it's a choice, just as it's a choice to mistreat them, abuse them, or leave them neglected in the back yard. They are pack animals who need attention and affection. It's just sad. Some day maybe I'll write a novel involving dogs:)