I just read this story on my local news story about this home invasion where the owners dog was stabbed several times defending it’s owner. When the dog was sent to the hospital, the diagnosis was be put to sleep or surgery. But then the cops involved got together and gave money to so the dog could have it’s surgery.
The Dog’s name was Mercey.
And I just, can’t.
It was so sweet.
The Silence of Dogs in Cars, Martin Usborne.
I was once left in a car at a young age. I don’t know when or where or for how long, possibly at the age of four, perhaps outside a supermarket, probably for fifteen minutes only. The details don’t matter. The point is that I wondered if anyone would come back. The fear I felt was strong: in a child’s mind it is possible to be alone forever.
Around the same age I began to feel a deep affinity with animals – in particular their plight at the hands of humans. I saw a TV documentary that included footage of a dog being put in a plastic bag and being kicked. What appalled me most was that the dog could not speak back.
I should say that I was a well-loved child and never abandoned and yet it is clear that both these experiences arose from the same place deep inside me: a fear of being alone and unheard.
When I started this project I knew the photos would be dark. In a sense, I was attempting to go back inside my car, to re-experience what I couldn’t bear as a child. What I didn’t expect was to see so many subtle reactions by the dogs: some sad, some expectant, some angry, some dejected. It was as if upon opening up a box of grey-coloured pencils I was surprised to see so many shades inside.
There is life in the darkest places inside us.
So, I was out in Odaiba with my parents during New Year, and we came across this big group of dogs dressed up in kimono for the occasion.
Unfortunately we just missed the part where they were all lined up for photos, but I knew there was at least one person on my dash who’d appreciate pictures of Japanese dogs in formalwear, so I took lots of photos anyway :)
OH MY GOSH! LOOK AT ALL THE HUSKIES!
My lovely dog, Cabal, died last night, unexpectedly. I wrote a blog about it, here. About how I found him by the side of the road, and how we rescued each other.
Neil Gaiman’s dog died, now I have to go and remember about my dog and cry while I watch this movie. T_T
TODAY WE RIDE!
sometimes I like to punish myself horribly by watching this video.
I miss Sneakers…
10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You..
- My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.
- Give me time to understand what you want of me.
- Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.
- Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.
- You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you.
- Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
- Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.
- Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.
- Before you scold me for being uncooperative,obstinate,or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting to old and weak.
- Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death. ♥…!!
#5 hurt my heart.
This hurts me, because I have 2 dogs. ;c
FUCK I JUST GOT A PUPPY! ILL DO YOU RIGHT PUP! ILL DO YOU RIGHT!
right in the feels.
what the hell.