Saturday, 19 July 2014

A Few Dog Burning Questions

Until recently the only dog burning I was aware of was cremation after death and when I sunbathe too long at the cabin. It certainly never involved petrol. 

Today I learned that a man in Kirkcaldy killed a Staffordshire bull terrier cross by tying him to a tree and setting him on fire. They proved the dog was alive at the time because at the autopsy it still had smoke in its lungs. The man received a sentence of 45 months. However only nine months of those were for killing the dog. This was the maximum sentence. 

I believe this is what they call 'criminal justice'. 

Rob a shop: get three years. 

Burn a dog to death: get nine months. 

Perhaps I'm biased as I fit the description of the deceased, but I think there's something wrong with the numbers there. Did the judge confuse human years with dog years? Did he sit there counting on his fingers trying to figure out how much five dog years would be to a human and divided by seven instead of multiplying?

The convicted man is now disqualified from keeping animals for life. Is that 'life' as in his actual life or just 'a jail term'? Could he end up with a budgie, for example, with 'good behaviour'?

He was said to be abusing alcohol at the time. Would it not be appropriate to ban him from drinking alcohol for life too or would that be too drastic a sentence to be passed down by a Scottish Court? 

"You can take away his best friend (with petrol) but you canny take away his whiskey." 

The deceased dog was called Bruno. He enjoyed hugs and walks and was a family pet. Please take a moment to consider his final moments and tell me that you agree this was a fair judgement.



A Dreamy Fox Pup

Recently I've been feeling a little out of sorts. I've had a lot on my mind and my stomach has been playing up, eating too much of the wrong thing, like soil and roots. I spent hours just lying in my bed staring at the wall, not knowing what to do. I must have nodded off because I had the oddest dream.

Somehow I managed to find myself outside. It was a warm midsummer dusk and I was in a car park beside a number of concrete buildings. The public lights had yet to be illuminated and most of the car spaces were empty. The main building had light emanating from its entrance but its windows looked dark and reflective. It was eerily quiet. Then, padding daintily up the slope of the road towards me, came a young female fox pup. She didn't flee upon noticing me and without fear approached me to say hello. Instead of getting all flustered and defensive I responded kindly.

She was very young: her cute fox eyes sparkled, a panting smile stretching across her mouth, with an eager playfulness in her stance. I very rarely play with other dogs now but there was something about this young pup that made me feel young again. We played at chases, running around the cars that remained, pausing for breath occasionally, staring at one another, watching for a sign that the game would begin again. It was good innocent fun to use those old muscles again, spoiled only when two humans appeared. My master and mistress wanted me to come home. Distracted by their arrival I failed to see my new friend leave. As silently as she appeared, she was gone.

fox pup tribute

In that moment, still in the dream, I knew we'd never meet again but strangely I felt better. And I didn't vomit or shit the bed that night either.