An
update on what can happen when hard arsed hunting folk meet the brick wall of a
libertarian nut-job: appallingly, a Labrador dog may next week be shot, though
I hope not.
Importantly,
a note about privacy and the people involved in this first, because I have been
personally struggling with some aspects of it: I don’t particularly like
looking over my neighbour’s fence. I am one of the most private of people, and
I would be mortified, then furious, if someone were spying over my fence, and privacy
forms a pervasive theme in this blog, given the police state is the absence of
same. So this is how I rationalise it: the privacy concerns in this blog
chiefly concern privacy from the intrusive state, as the state is the only
power that can breach privacy with impunity, indeed, specifically legislates
itself the right. To take my property and my freedoms from me, the state first
had to do away with my privacy, or more precisely, my right to be left alone, hence,
the new surveillance states we live in. Whoops politicking … I believe that if you
initiate force that is not self-defence, then you lose your right to be left
alone, obviously: that’s why we have the law. I would differ from Objectivists,
proper, by then carrying the non-initiation of force (or cruelty) principle over to
protecting an animal, and I have no compunction about that at all: I explained
why in this earlier post. That said, I
have never on this blog named the people involved in this rotten affair
regarding the dog, nor, at this stage, do I intend to ‘name and shame’. There’s
a great image Kundera evokes in his novel The
Unbearable Lightness of Being:
When she told her French friends
about it, they were amazed. "You mean you don't want to fight the
occupation of your country?" She would have liked to tell them that behind
Communism, Fascism, behind all occupations and invasions lurks a more basic,
pervasive evil and that the image of that evil was a parade of people marching
by with raised fists and shouting identical syllables in unison. But she knew
she would never be able to make them understand.
The
quotation doesn’t relate to privacy, not directly at least, but there’s an
undertone in that paragraph about ‘being careful’ not to be subsumed
unthinkingly in affairs that are emotionally charged – thinking over feeling,again – and moreover, there’s a bullying
menace to indiscriminate naming and shaming: as Kundera says, a ‘more basic, pervasive evil’ that I am
wholly uncomfortable with, even here, though I’m not counting it out.
This
is complicated. No, no, sorry those who would advocate the instant outing, this
IS complicated. I hate the way it’s going, but my hotheadedness probably
hasn’t helped: I’ve pushed the dog owners’ concerned into a corner by being so
much on their case. Regardless, the final result is now going to be known
Friday (read following), and naming and shaming would a) just make things worse
at the moment, and b) is not warranted yet.
From
that, and after hoping the issues regarding the dog involved were resolved in
earlier remonstrations with the dog’s owners, they quickly slipped back into their
old ways, leading to the issue coming to a head again this Sunday, when, with no
one at the their house, I had to go over and feed their dog, and put this note on their door.
The
below email sent to two interested blog readers, sums up the aftermath, vis a
vis yesterday’s ‘negotiations’ – I’ve extended it where necessary:
Cheers xxxx
I'm not too sure what to do at the moment. This is ornery folk with a dreadful
view of animals, but on own terms, human to human, can be fine. Up until we
fell out over the welfare of their dog, they've been good neighbours. I'm just
done talking to her now, and her/their position is they're going to try and
find dog another home this week, (despite our offer to take her) otherwise,
quote: 'they'll have it shot. That's the thing about animals, we can shoot
them, problem gone'.
The dog is currently not on their premises; it hasn't been since last night. I
said to ‘the mother’, do not have the dog shot, we will take it on. But she is
adamant, 'it's her problem'. Sadly, I suspect that's my fault, because the
message I left them on Sunday said 'the last thing we need is another big dog,
but we'll take your dog on' ... that was stupid. She may be 'proudly not giving
me a problem'.
It’s not against the law to shoot your dog, so long as done 'humanely',
whatever that means. She might just be bluffing to get at me, I've no idea.
Part of the problem is she works long shifts, and she's tired, and the dog is
just another problem she doesn't need: but still, because we have offered to
take the dog on, that's not good enough. She does have an option, but either
does seriously see it as 'her problem, she'll fix it', or is so angry with me
she thinks she's 'getting at me', because I have been a pain for a while now,
given I 'see red' over animal welfare issues. Pauline is making phone calls to
various authorities this afternoon and tomorrow morning, including the local
SPCA.
Regards Mark
Will keep you up to date … I'll ring
them again within the week, hoping it is partly hot air, currently, and they'll
climb down. And in the meantime, I've actually got to get some work done.
Oh, one thing, and it sounds awful, but the dog has had no emotional input:
it's never had company of other dogs, or a kind word spoken to it from a human,
yet its kept in conditions that would be hard for SPCA to prove outright abuse
(it's a high threshold). For example: after I went over on Sunday and gave her
some biscuits and a pat, she never barked again, so she obviously was hungry,
and I'm wondering if she had anything to eat Friday, which she spent wholly in
her kennel, after I went over and put her in her kennel Thursday night when it
was raining, and took some biscuits with me – when she’s not in the kennel she’s
tied to a tree on a two metre chain, and can’t get out of rain and weather,
though there is some shade - but I can
only surmise that, I can't prove anything. And she doesn't appear to be
emaciated. So given the no-mans land she appears to be stuck in, and heaven
only knows what sort of other home they would find her, in that sense she would
be better off dead, frankly, rather than carrying on as the living dead (and
they certainly won't be getting another dog while we're here). It’s just that
in every contact I've had with her (the dog) recently, she appears to have a lovely
nature, against all the odds, so we want a go to see if she can be retrained as
an inside, family dog. I'll let matters cool down a day or two and see where we
are then.
Humans. They're over-rated.
I
doubt if the dog’s owners are reading this blog, I’m sure they would have told
me yesterday if that were the case, and I’m not too concerned if they do
anymore given for now I’m keeping all names out. Hence this update.
My
wife has since talked to SPCA, and I’m afraid, as wiser heads had warned me,
they’re not much use. Dog owner’s not liking dogs, is not abuse. And yes, I
think the care of this dog is atrocious, and it is, but proving actual abuse is
another matter altogether; the owners for the most part have, eventually, given
her enough dirty water, and enough of the cheapest form of dry biscuit to keep
her alive. Plus it’s not against the law to shoot your dog, so long as you do
so humanely – proving you can have
all the laws, regulation and state bullying for people to do the right thing
you like, that doesn’t make the people who need to be, civilised: that can only
be had by changing people’s minds. Worse, the dog, a Labrador, is six coming on
seven year old, a bit older than we thought, and re-housing that age dog that
has lived as spartan as this one, is probably impossible outside ourselves.
Anyway,
back on track, in yesterday’s discussion, I typically thought of what I should
have said only afterward, so luckily I’ve still got one chance left. ‘The Mum’
is not threatening to have dog shot until next week – and yeah, oh course they
wouldn’t think of a peaceful euthanasia. So I’m ringing a last time on Friday,
with my final argument being along the lines of it is now not just the owner’s
problem anymore, as she says it is, for by saying as the result of my pestering
she plans to shoot the dog, she has made it my problem. More pertinently, if she has the dog shot
when I have said I'll take the dog into our care, then she is shooting a dog
only to get at me, and couldn’t care less about its welfare, despite her verbal
protestations regarding ‘working long hours’ (which is a copout anyway, but I
let that slide while talking). Obviously that would put her on the highest
order of evil, but then, as she says, ‘it’s just an animal, we can shoot them,
problem solved’. Something still makes me think she’s just bluffing and
venting, albeit, if it does come to that, then I guess one hard arsed
libertarian nut-job will lose it in a (hopefully) controlled explosion.
I
don’t know if I’ll get a chance to update this blog on the result, sorry, until
between Christmas and New Year. I need to be doing many more hours working than
I am, and we have a house in the Mahau Sound we’re trying to get to Boxing Day
for a break. Although, should we manage to get the dog, that in itself will be
a huge bunch of problems; not the least of which is the Hubbards’ are a three
member family now, two adults and one small Daisy Dog, and we have packing and
traveling between Geraldine and the
Sounds , an eight hour day, in our zippy little Ford Focus down to an art form.
A Labrador dog will disrupt all that, and I guess I would be in the market for
a station wagon next week, pending Friday’s discussions, when we thought our
big dog station wagon days were well over. Mind you, a couple of weeks in the
Sounds would be a perfect place to start house-training a dog that has never
seen the inside of a house before.
Jesus.
Four
things only can result from here:
(1)
The dog’s owners find another home for her where the people are able to care for
her properly – and hopefully they actually like dogs. Personally, reservations
about this as I’ll have no way of knowing what the future welfare of the dog
will be (especially if another bloody hunter – sorry for the ‘decent’ hunters
who read this blog, but I’ve stated my views on hunting, at the beginning of this, and those views are only hardening).
Or
(2), we’ll take over care of the pooch. Huge curve from there, re-training, syncing
in with Daisy which is a big concern as Daisy is used to 100% of our attention,
us, etc. Pauline and I are reticent about the notion of taking her on, this is
largely forced on us, and it’s a hell of an upheaval, given after three Great
Danes across our marriage, our responsibilities now all cared for, we had
deliberately planned for the mobile family we’ve become; however, when dealing
with this dog, she’s had a shit life to date, and we’d love to have a go at
giving her a doggy heaven for the last part of it, given the chance. (Or at the
very least getting her house trained, see what sort of a dog she can be - we
have no idea what behavioural issues she now has - in view of finding a good
home).
Or
(3), the pooch will be shot, at which stage this issue will unfortunately go
nuclear.
Though
fourthly, the only certainty: Boxing Night, I will be sitting on my balcony, in
the Mahau, looking at this:
… with a bottle of wine, and pleasantly tiddly. 2012 has been a rotten year in
many ways, not just this dog; I’m over it.
There
may be one more tax post next week, but now I’ve got to work …
Finally,
remember my dog guide to the clueless
(scroll down for rules): apart from what I will call hunters’ heartlessness, in
this case, some type of basic empathy missing in this family’s make-up,
remembering this dog is the son’s who has now left home, this family initially broke
the following rule:
If you are buying a dog as an
accessory for your five year old child, stop, read William Golding’s Lord of
the Flies, and bugger off. The dog doesn’t need you.
This
dog very definitely did not need these people.
Dog
ownership is no different to thinking about family size: you’ve got to think
about it, from conception and then over the entire life of the sprog or dog. It
requires time. It requires financial resources. It requires, believe it or not,
intellectual wherewithal. And only after that, it most importantly requires you
to want a dog or sprog in your family because it betters your life, and you
love having them. Having sprogs or dogs is not mandatory, and if you’re not
equipped, then don’t do either. Those in society who do not think about these issues
just cause chaos for the rest of us who have to clean up after them. Through a
coercive tax system, and then nonsense like this, I’m ‘over’ the stupid, slave
society voted in by our social(alist) democracy: generation text would say it’s
a bit shit, I would say it’s damned evil, and growing worse, daily
Now
I’ve mentioned children and family size, if you still have a spare minute,
spend it reading Liberty Scott’s succinct philosophic demolition of Office of
the Children's Commissioner Report on Child Poverty in New Zealand. Hell, meet
the hand-cart …
You care. Therein lies your humanity. What follows is your reason and it seems to be functioning. Shitbag animal owners evoke more anger in me than shitbag parents sometimes. And I wonder why? Maybe because shitbag parents inevitably/frequently produce shitbag kids; whereas shitbag dog owners just keep producing dogs looking for warmth and food and companionship.
ReplyDeleteYour last sentence is spot on, Lindsay. Despite never getting a kindness, this wee dog, every time she sees them, hopes to get attention, and she never does. They literally throw biscuits at her, and otherwise don't interact with her. Indeed, when she gets lucky they take her from her kennel and tie her to a tree when they go to work, because they've never been bothered to secure their property so she can roam freely. She has to sit, tied to that tree for six, seven, eight hours, shade in summer, but no protection from rain, then when one of them gets home, and the poor thing thinks its going to get some interaction, they put her straight in her kennel on their to the house. I then hear her whimpering as she watches them from her kennel, which they rarely clean the shit from, through their kitchen window. I don't understand how humans can be that hard, and that heartless. Just cruel bastards. Both the kids the same as the mother, so this appalling attitude will keep going down the generations.
DeleteI'm so close to naming them, and putting up their snail mail address so readers can write them how normal people are not like they are, and where did it go so wrong.
While I'm on a run, I've given them four pages of notes on the care of a dog, and on the nature of a dog, that it is a social animal and it gets lonely, etc. nothing has made a difference.
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