Neighbors with Lots of Dogs
There are two kinds of people I’ve observed since I moved next door to a dog lover who has five-smelly dogs who piss all over the garden and try to bite every passerby as the old lady, takes them across the street for their daily run, and piss. She does this five times a day, their daily runs. And my garden is weltering to nothing; as are a few other folks around here. And when I confront her, she bellows out every cuss word known to the human race.
Let me define her according to the standards of affection for people vs. animals, this will be my standard of course, because what we value, becomes our standard, be it true or not true within a society. By doing this she becomes quite predictable to me, and has been. This is no psychology test, just an observation, but now that I think of it, it can be applied to most folks I know with a number of dogs and sometimes cats, be it women or men. Sure it is a generalization, but a pretty good one, with a moral standard of judgment to be defended by simple contact and observation. My son included, is a lover of a variety of animals, and fits into this Lucy Bell pattern.
Now let’s go back to the lady with the five dogs, as you have noticed, I have nicknamed her, Lucy Bell. I will not get into heavy detail, just surface to surface things, and divide by the standard I’ve already mentioned.
Lucy Bell, can identify with dogs, that is to say, she can place herself, or position herself or somehow jump into the skin of those dogs, whereas she can’t with human beings. By and large, she is very cruel to humans, more so, much more so than dogs. She is what you might call a professional lover of dogs or addict, makes hand made jackets for them, and everything else under the sun. I say again by observation of how she treats her dogs in comparison to how she treats her neighbors, there is a big wide gap here. She is much crueler to her species than to the dog race. And sometimes I wonder just how capable she really is in the cruelty area.
On the other hand, fundamentally speaking, I don’t see this among those folks that identify with human beings, although this group can—in general, can show some association with animals, but cannot jump into their skins, sort of speaking. This is not to say folks who are simple lovers of horses, and cows and dogs and cats. This is to the extreme, I am talking about.
For myself, I can go to a cock fight, and have no qualms about a death of a cock, or a bullfight and again have no doubts and enjoy the event; on the other hand, if a horse gets killed, or even donkey overloaded it bothers me, if for some senseless reason. I have never killed an animal myself, nor intend to. I have admiration for God’s creatures, but let there be no doubt, only within a certain range.
There are two kinds of people I’ve observed since I moved next door to a dog lover who has five-smelly dogs who piss all over the garden and try to bite every passerby as the old lady, takes them across the street for their daily run, and piss. She does this five times a day, their daily runs. And my garden is weltering to nothing; as are a few other folks around here. And when I confront her, she bellows out every cuss word known to the human race.
Let me define her according to the standards of affection for people vs. animals, this will be my standard of course, because what we value, becomes our standard, be it true or not true within a society. By doing this she becomes quite predictable to me, and has been. This is no psychology test, just an observation, but now that I think of it, it can be applied to most folks I know with a number of dogs and sometimes cats, be it women or men. Sure it is a generalization, but a pretty good one, with a moral standard of judgment to be defended by simple contact and observation. My son included, is a lover of a variety of animals, and fits into this Lucy Bell pattern.
Now let’s go back to the lady with the five dogs, as you have noticed, I have nicknamed her, Lucy Bell. I will not get into heavy detail, just surface to surface things, and divide by the standard I’ve already mentioned.
Lucy Bell, can identify with dogs, that is to say, she can place herself, or position herself or somehow jump into the skin of those dogs, whereas she can’t with human beings. By and large, she is very cruel to humans, more so, much more so than dogs. She is what you might call a professional lover of dogs or addict, makes hand made jackets for them, and everything else under the sun. I say again by observation of how she treats her dogs in comparison to how she treats her neighbors, there is a big wide gap here. She is much crueler to her species than to the dog race. And sometimes I wonder just how capable she really is in the cruelty area.
On the other hand, fundamentally speaking, I don’t see this among those folks that identify with human beings, although this group can—in general, can show some association with animals, but cannot jump into their skins, sort of speaking. This is not to say folks who are simple lovers of horses, and cows and dogs and cats. This is to the extreme, I am talking about.
For myself, I can go to a cock fight, and have no qualms about a death of a cock, or a bullfight and again have no doubts and enjoy the event; on the other hand, if a horse gets killed, or even donkey overloaded it bothers me, if for some senseless reason. I have never killed an animal myself, nor intend to. I have admiration for God’s creatures, but let there be no doubt, only within a certain range.
