Adelaide Now,Tory Shepherd; September 24 2012
It is not as easy as you’d think to work out why the RSPCA’s ‘kill rate’ for companion animals is so high with oversupply, negligent owners, mistakes, feral animals and stretched resources all being part of the equation. Picture: Thinkstock Source: Supplied
MY childhood dog, Neddy, had manky bald bits and he’d scoot across the lawn on his bum whenever we had company.
He was partial to trying to have sex with inappropriate things. But we could dress him up and he’d sigh with martyred forbearance and let us photograph him.
Our cats were called Soft and Stupid, and Hard and Hairy.
Now we have Sangio, and even thinking of him dying makes me ache (though after last week I hesitate to use the words “dog” and “love” in the same sentence).
He’s a little crazy, a little too clever. When I write at home he lies across my feet and when we go away without him he takes days to forgive us.
When he was younger he’d get so excited to see us, or visitors, that he’d lose control of his bladder.
This unfortunately generally coincided with the moment at which he was jumping up on them, so several people have been victims of this firehose-like spraying. It’s a sign of affection, of course.
Most of us love our pets and treat them like part of the family. But animals are an industry, so selfishness and profit creep in. READ MORE HERE