Winter is a fickle season. This year, it flitted from ice to sun to ice to sun. I’m beyond sad because at least two neighborhood dogs died when the ice came and their un-caretakers didn’t bother to give them shelter. Joan asked one of the culprits why she kept dogs if she didn’t want them in the house, and the woman said she didn’t want her dogs to be killed by the dog-pound people. So, is it better to be chained to a tree twenty-four hours a day and then freeze to death on a winter night? I wish there were an animal cop cruising every street.
Joan met a man in the neighborhood who had gotten a cute mutt and he wanted to breed him. Breed him? He said he’d be careful about who got the puppies, but, there’s no way to control human behavior. I just don’t understand how humans can be so cruel to animals. They’re even cruel to one another. And they always think they’re right. Winter might be fickle, but at least it isn’t stupid.
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