She is the most impatient, indolent, and selfish bitch I have ever known. She hurts me so much that I have difficulty counting how many scars she has left on me. She lives with me and acts as if she owns the whole house. She whines and complains like the world wants to listen to her. To her, I am her slave.
This insolent brat is my dog.
But apart from that, she is all I have always wanted as a child. TLC is all she ever gives to me. It’s all I ever want from her. Well, besides wanting her to clean up her own mess. I knew she always hated me. She hates me for beating her with a newspaper whenever she bites the TV cord, the phone cord, my homework, etc etc etc.
No.
She doesn’t hate me. A mongrel will always be a mongrel. Faithful to its owner whoever he or she is. Whether he/she gives one meal in two days, or takes out their anger on it, a mongrel refuse to part with its owner. So stupidly loyal. I don’t hate her. I love her and I can’t bear to part with her.
I thought if I kept telling myself and Sugar how much I hated her, I could, and will hate her. But how wrong I was.
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I used to feed this really famished dog before I got Sugar. His name is Dodi. He belongs to one of my neighbours. His owner barely gave food and only come home from work in the late evenings. The owner leaves Dodi outside, hopefully he will run and never return. But I cannot make Dodi become my dog. He will never step into my house, because he knows, he already has an owner. Be it a bad, abusive and irresponsible owner, Dodi is still faithful, for he is a mongrel.
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No, I don’t want to part with Sugar. No, I don’t want her to go to the SPCA. No, I don’t hate her.
But yes, I will send her away. This household cannot take care of Sugar. This family is not fit to take care of her. I can’t take this anymore. It isn’t about the inconvenience Sugar is causing. It’s the pain that my family is causing for her. I cannot say it out. But if I could report for animal abuse, I would. She needs an able family. An able owner. A better owner.
With that, I will not hold myself back to stand up, and say, “Take my vote as well. Send her away."
This insolent brat is my dog.
But apart from that, she is all I have always wanted as a child. TLC is all she ever gives to me. It’s all I ever want from her. Well, besides wanting her to clean up her own mess. I knew she always hated me. She hates me for beating her with a newspaper whenever she bites the TV cord, the phone cord, my homework, etc etc etc.
No.
She doesn’t hate me. A mongrel will always be a mongrel. Faithful to its owner whoever he or she is. Whether he/she gives one meal in two days, or takes out their anger on it, a mongrel refuse to part with its owner. So stupidly loyal. I don’t hate her. I love her and I can’t bear to part with her.
I thought if I kept telling myself and Sugar how much I hated her, I could, and will hate her. But how wrong I was.
--
I used to feed this really famished dog before I got Sugar. His name is Dodi. He belongs to one of my neighbours. His owner barely gave food and only come home from work in the late evenings. The owner leaves Dodi outside, hopefully he will run and never return. But I cannot make Dodi become my dog. He will never step into my house, because he knows, he already has an owner. Be it a bad, abusive and irresponsible owner, Dodi is still faithful, for he is a mongrel.
--
No, I don’t want to part with Sugar. No, I don’t want her to go to the SPCA. No, I don’t hate her.
But yes, I will send her away. This household cannot take care of Sugar. This family is not fit to take care of her. I can’t take this anymore. It isn’t about the inconvenience Sugar is causing. It’s the pain that my family is causing for her. I cannot say it out. But if I could report for animal abuse, I would. She needs an able family. An able owner. A better owner.
With that, I will not hold myself back to stand up, and say, “Take my vote as well. Send her away."
When I make that decision,
I will not look into her eyes.
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