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Baby is my neighbour’s dog. It’s a juvenile and Tut-tut’s replacement, which was left to die previously. Yeah, basically left to die in pain and illness and discarded just like a piece of garbage. Tut-tut was vomiting and there was blood in his stools, but the couple didn’t even bat an eyelid nor send him for treatment, saying, "Oh, he’ll be fine. Look, he could still walk" and poor Tut-tut was getting weaker by the day, but they didn’t even bother to notice.

After Tut-tut’s demise, the fat guy said the house seemed lonely without a dog. Thus, he brought Baby home, who was then still a pup. The couple had two young kids, aged 6 and 3. Having their hands full tending to the kids, Baby was neglected. He’s also subjected to abuse by the kids (having his tailed pulled and being hit, where as the mom and dad allowed them to do as they pleased). Being fed only once a day and locked up in the cage most of the time - the wife said it chewed at shoes and their laundry. Hey! Which pup wouldn’t chew? Even toddlers do! Baby was let out of the cage for 1/2 hour every evening to relieve and stretch himself, before being confined again till morning.

As a result, his backbone is deformed now, his hind legs weak and he’s so skinny, you could count his ribs! My mom and I commented on how weak his hind legs were, but the wife said," No, he’s still as frisky as ever" and yelled to the fat guy, "Fei Lo, they said Baby’s hind legs are weak. It isn’t, right?"

And poor Baby continued being abused and locked up without any water for the whole day! It was initially all right for Baby - he could move about in the cage. But as he grew, it was evident that he could hardly stretch himself, nor could he even sit up! He was curled up in one position all day long, only being able to move his head.

How could anyone with the slightest common sense subject an animal to such suffering? I came to the conclusion that if we’re to talk to them again, Baby’s plight would still continue. After all, their skulls house no brains at all. What use is it, talking to a couple of brainless people?

As fate would have it, I woke up early one day and heard Baby whining. Tried to soothe him by talking to him, but he continued whining. It took its toll on me. I got da*n fed-up and called the SPCA (in fact, I’ve called up several times before to complain about Baby’s plight, but no action has been taken) and ticked them off. I said that I’ve been calling and calling but they’ve yet to send someone over to investigate. I also added that a brown dog (I call him George, as in George Bush and my Johnny is “Johnny” Blair cause whenever George barks, Johnny would echo him – so, It’s a Bush & Blair relationship between these two canines ;P ) is tied up with a leash all day long, that only allows him to stand and sit, without being able to walk even a step .He was subjected to rain and shine all day long – even though he was under the porch, the rain would still get him if it was heavy and if the wind was blowing. And he only gets to go for walks once in a super blue moon, when his master has the ‘angin” to let him out by himself to mark his territory. They promised to look into the matter and asked for my number, which I promptly gave them. I don’t give a da*n if both the dogs’ owners know it’s me. In fact, I’d gladly give them a piece of my mind too! To H*ll with them!

The SPCA officer came after a few days, and immediately, I saw some difference in the way the dogs were treated. Baby is now out of the cage, tied to the grille, having access to water the whole day J George has a longer leash now and he could at least walk about to stretch himself. I was happy and called the SPCA to say how thankful I am that they finally took the effort to come to the neighbourhood. I asked to speak to the officer in charge and was told that she came twice, but since Baby’s master was out, she left a very stern warning letter. As for George, she managed to talk to the master and mistress. The lady was more co-operative. But that man was, as you might have guessed, a Cina Ah Pek, was more “vocal” and rude. Anyway, after giving them a verbal warning, at least they got George a longer leash J

The SPCA lady came to check a week later and saw the improvements too.

Glad that the doggies are a little more comfy now…

Hmmm… I wonder if we were to subject those brainless, senseless people to the same treatment they’re giving their pets, would it improve the animals’ conditions?

I wonder too, why would they want to keep a pet if they do not have the time to take care of it and shower it with love? Why would they want to subject a poor animal to distress and suffering? If you take a pet merely because it’s cute, think again. Will you still love and care for it once it has outgrown its cuteness? Will you still love it once the novelty has worn off? I’m not saying that I’m a good pet owner, the whole household and extended household showers him with too much love till he’s become a spoilt and over-weight doggie who wouldn’t even greet me sometimes (he only greets me when I come home at night – he knows WHO is taking him out for his late night walk-walk and WHO will be giving him his late night supper (smart dog!) but at least, he’s a happy and contented dog ( and spoilt, and manipulative, and greedy, and fat, and naughty, and noisy, and busy-body, and…. ) I LOVE MY DOGGIE – JOHNNY AH FEI

P/S - In case you’re wondering, Johnny isn’t allowed into the house, but he has his own corner to shelter him from the rain, and we added an umbrella for further protection (if you pass by my house, you’ll see an umbrella permanently opened in the porch) and NO, I don’t kiss him (unlike some silly owners of silly little miniature dogs-all cute but no substance) I LIKE BIG DOGS (Alsatian/German Shepherd/Siberian Husky)