following story was written by Scrappy the dog (well, by Keegan Baur, writing
as Scrappy the dog).
A winter wonderland? Snow covers the
ground, and freezing wind whips the trees. Many humans are cozily snuggled
inside their homes, basking in the warm glow of Christmas tree lights, while
the scent of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air and holiday music
plays in the background.
But I don't get to revel in any of these
luxuries. Instead, I am tethered
to a chain in the backyard. In
perpetual solitary confinement, as minutes drag into days and weeks, I try to
ignore the bitter cold. I huddle in my little doghouse, venturing out only when
I need to relieve myself or quench my thirst by licking the mostly frozen block
of water in my bowl. Some days they don't feed me—I think this month, they're
cutting back on buying my food in order to save money to get a few gifts for
the kids. But on the days that one of them does
feed me, I can barely contain my excitement. I pull frantically at my heavy
tether and jump up at my guardian's legs. While she scolds and pushes me down,
I usually knock over the meager contents of my dish, most of which mix in with
the icy grass and snow. This will cost me later, but for a few minutes, I have
her attention as she pats my head and scratches my ear, and during those
fleeting moments, I feel a glimmer of joy.
But then she leaves, just as quickly as
she came, and once again I'm all alone. I'm not complaining, though—this year I
have my very own doghouse from PETA! Last year, I had only a chain and no
protection at all from the elements. Some days were so cold that I couldn't
feel my own paws, and some nights were so unbearably freezing that it was
difficult to breathe. I even got sick, but they weren't able to take me to the
veterinarian. I'm not really sure how I made it through that winter. But this
year, it's different. I have four walls and a roof over my head, where I can
hide if I get scared. I have a little bed of straw that I can curl up in
without shivering in wet, melted snow. Things may not be perfect, but I try to
stay positive. I know there are other dogs out there who aren't as lucky as I
am—who don't have a doghouse to keep them warm and safe. Those are the dogs I
feel sorry for.
winter, please do whatever you can to help cold, neglected dogs:
Almost all of us grew up eating meat, wearing leather, and going to circuses and zoos. We never considered the impact of these actions on the animals involved. For whatever reason, you are now asking the question: Why should animals have rights? Read more.