Darth Apathy

Musings of an Evil Genius

And now for something different

My last few posts about animals have been pretty downbeat, so here’s something on a lighter note. This pooch decided he was tired of waiting at the Humane Society, so he decided to take matters into his own paws and went and found himself a new family.

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Defining evil

“Compassion for animals is intimately connected with goodness of character: and it may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to animals cannot be a good man.” – Arthur Schopenhauer

I generally like animals more than people, mainly because animals are honest. One knows where one stands with them; if they like someone, they show it. If they don’t like someone, again, they show it. The same cannot be said of most people.

I’ve had pets all my life, with the exception being the time I was in the military. It was mostly dogs, but there have been numerous cats, a couple of ferrets, a few rats, even a rabbit along the way. Almost every single dog I’ve had, with one exception, has been friendly and well behaved; Reno, the loveable 180-pound Great Dane who thought he was a lap dog, was the most memorable for a number of reasons.

The feeling tends to be mutual – animals love me. I think it’s because they instinctively know that I’d never willingly harm them (unless survival is at stake). I cannot comprehend why people would abuse their pets, or animals in general. Enter my general dislike of humans. Humans can be vicious, cruel monsters. You can see evidence of the way we humans treat each other just by turning on the evening news. Hell, you don’t even need to do that; just take a walk around town.

We’re not a very considerate species, now are we? Granted, some people deserve the treatment they get, some do not. Animals do not. People who abuse animals, especially their pets, are the lowest of the low – right down there with rapists and people who abuse children. These people are truly evil, and sometimes we get reminders of what evil looks like.

This story about a poor puppy, originally known as “Puppy Doe” and has since been identified by her original owner as “Kiya”, is one such example. The injuries inflicted on this puppy give testament to the very definition of depravity. I cannot shake the feeling that the sick and twisted person who did this will graduate to humans, if he or she has not already done so. I can only hope the person responsible is found and his or her predations are put to an end.

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A happy home

Yesterday, I wrote about an abandoned pit bull that had been hanging around the building in which I work. This pit bull, whom we affectionately named Rufus, was a very friendly. very well-mannered pooch. Despite being malnourished and obviously hungry, he never became hostile, and gratefully accepted the food and water we had been putting out for him. The only time he ever came close to being off-mannered was when one of us was walking into the building with a bag from Jack in the Box; Rufus followed that bag like it carried the most delightful of treats, but the most he did was aggressively sniff at it. He never made even the slightest move to seize the bag.

Today, I am pleased to report that Rufus has a new home. A co-worker who owns some land north of Houston took Rufus home and will be taking care of him, and Rufus will get all the love and food he can stand.

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Asking for help.

“If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and man.” – Mark Twain

This is the principal reason I tend to like animals more than humans. More often than not, we treat our pets as we would treat members of our own families. This is a good thing, for the most part, and sometimes it’s not so good.

There has been a dog hanging around the building in which I work for the last couple of days; each day, he looks more pitiful than the previous. What makes this sad is that this dog isn’t feral or a stray. He’s very friendly and sociable, obviously very comfortable around people. My co-workers and I have been putting out some food for him to eat, which he did. Greedily. We’ve even taken to calling him Rufus.

We are hoping to find a home with a loving family willing to take in and care for this sweet dog. If you or someone you know in the Houston, Texas area are willing to take him in, shoot me an email at darthtechie (at) gmail (d0t) com.

Let me introduce you to Rufus.


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