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- May 22, 2012
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- Manila Philippines
For sure most of us here entered into a scuffle when we were younger. I am now 32 years old and the last time I was into a fight was 7 years ago. I vowed never to hit another person ever and I beleive that everything can be settled with cool heads and kind words.
My life here in the Philippine Islands is great. Modern cities such as Manila, Cebu , Quezon city, Subic etc have all the modern comforts a city has to offer. numerous high end car dealership has just opened such as Ferrari. Lamorghini and Bentley . Aprilia has recently opened a dealership near my city too. Everything down here is great, I have a loving family, I have great friends, business has some problems but are manageable. One of my businesses here is "Swine raising" or "Pig Farming".
I can only raise pigs in the Rural areas and I noticed, in that area , there is a lot of stray Dogs. in one rainy morning, I was surprised to hear that there is a wimper underneath my nipa hut. and there it is, a brown mut, chewing on my slippers. Instead of getting angry, I called the mutt and it came to me right away. That is the start of a beautifull friendship with a dog.
The Dog whom I called Tiger is very attentive in the farm. there are so many times that my dog save me from financial losses by catching thieves in the act. The dog has been with me for the past three years and yes he is a bit spoiled. he eats the finest dog food there is . My friends are laughing at me a saying " your dog costs 5$ yet you feed it with 20$month of dog food". I do not care. I often hike the mountain areas and I feel safe knowing that my dog is just following me. he can even detect snakes and other dangers.
Being in a slightly populated area, there are times where in my neighbors will ask me for some financial help. its nothing much, they only ask for some assistance usualy not exceeding 10$. But in our community, there is a one good for nothing drunkard whom I have helped before. He is a wife beater and starves his children so that he can buy his cheap whiskey.
two days ago he approached me and said "Can you loan me 10$, I need it for some medication for my wife". I know for a fact that the 10$ will not be for his wife but for his alchohilism. I hate talking to him so I brushed him off and said "Not today, I just sent some rice to your household to feed your kids"
I went back to the city and rode my motorcycles and came back the next day (which was yesterday), I noticed that the afrm is silent, my dog usualy greets me from the gate but he is not there. I knew something was wrong. So I asked my care taker to come with and went to have a world with the drunkard. I can here from a distance that drunkard and his friends were having a good time. As I entered his yard, I saw my Dog's decapitated head . the five drunkards were eating my dog!! the drunkard gave me a look as if to say "You did not loan me money, I eat your dog".
I immedieately rushed and threw their table upside down and a fight erupted. the two drunkard realized that they were eating my dog and they backed of but the three wanted to dish it out and took out their blades. I used their make shift lumber and defended myself. My caretaker was also brave enough to assist me.
I suffered minor cuts while the drunkard got his head and shin bashed. the local policemen came after two minutes to break the fight. I broke down and cried while I was holding my dog's head near me. I just could not beleive it . How can some people be so cruel. We were brought to the town mayor and he understands why I injured the drunkards. but all he can do is give me f$$ing 10$ for my dog and promised to give me a new one. The drunkard is asking me to pay for his medical bills but the mayor said I am not obliged to do so. SO screw him.
I just finished burrying what is left of my dog. The drunkard said he is very sorry. the funny thing is, his wife came over and asked if they can have some rice. for the first time in three years I said "NO". I do not know what to feel, I feel sad for my dog's death and at the same time I feel guilty knowing that the kids of the drunkard may go hungry. I just do not know what to do. I do not know what to feel. There are times where in I can not stop thinking about the drunkard, there are times where in the happy memories I have with my dog simply flashes back and brings me to tears. and to think the agony my dog experienced wishing I was there to protect him is killing me.
My life here in the Philippine Islands is great. Modern cities such as Manila, Cebu , Quezon city, Subic etc have all the modern comforts a city has to offer. numerous high end car dealership has just opened such as Ferrari. Lamorghini and Bentley . Aprilia has recently opened a dealership near my city too. Everything down here is great, I have a loving family, I have great friends, business has some problems but are manageable. One of my businesses here is "Swine raising" or "Pig Farming".
I can only raise pigs in the Rural areas and I noticed, in that area , there is a lot of stray Dogs. in one rainy morning, I was surprised to hear that there is a wimper underneath my nipa hut. and there it is, a brown mut, chewing on my slippers. Instead of getting angry, I called the mutt and it came to me right away. That is the start of a beautifull friendship with a dog.
The Dog whom I called Tiger is very attentive in the farm. there are so many times that my dog save me from financial losses by catching thieves in the act. The dog has been with me for the past three years and yes he is a bit spoiled. he eats the finest dog food there is . My friends are laughing at me a saying " your dog costs 5$ yet you feed it with 20$month of dog food". I do not care. I often hike the mountain areas and I feel safe knowing that my dog is just following me. he can even detect snakes and other dangers.
Being in a slightly populated area, there are times where in my neighbors will ask me for some financial help. its nothing much, they only ask for some assistance usualy not exceeding 10$. But in our community, there is a one good for nothing drunkard whom I have helped before. He is a wife beater and starves his children so that he can buy his cheap whiskey.
two days ago he approached me and said "Can you loan me 10$, I need it for some medication for my wife". I know for a fact that the 10$ will not be for his wife but for his alchohilism. I hate talking to him so I brushed him off and said "Not today, I just sent some rice to your household to feed your kids"
I went back to the city and rode my motorcycles and came back the next day (which was yesterday), I noticed that the afrm is silent, my dog usualy greets me from the gate but he is not there. I knew something was wrong. So I asked my care taker to come with and went to have a world with the drunkard. I can here from a distance that drunkard and his friends were having a good time. As I entered his yard, I saw my Dog's decapitated head . the five drunkards were eating my dog!! the drunkard gave me a look as if to say "You did not loan me money, I eat your dog".
I immedieately rushed and threw their table upside down and a fight erupted. the two drunkard realized that they were eating my dog and they backed of but the three wanted to dish it out and took out their blades. I used their make shift lumber and defended myself. My caretaker was also brave enough to assist me.
I suffered minor cuts while the drunkard got his head and shin bashed. the local policemen came after two minutes to break the fight. I broke down and cried while I was holding my dog's head near me. I just could not beleive it . How can some people be so cruel. We were brought to the town mayor and he understands why I injured the drunkards. but all he can do is give me f$$ing 10$ for my dog and promised to give me a new one. The drunkard is asking me to pay for his medical bills but the mayor said I am not obliged to do so. SO screw him.
I just finished burrying what is left of my dog. The drunkard said he is very sorry. the funny thing is, his wife came over and asked if they can have some rice. for the first time in three years I said "NO". I do not know what to feel, I feel sad for my dog's death and at the same time I feel guilty knowing that the kids of the drunkard may go hungry. I just do not know what to do. I do not know what to feel. There are times where in I can not stop thinking about the drunkard, there are times where in the happy memories I have with my dog simply flashes back and brings me to tears. and to think the agony my dog experienced wishing I was there to protect him is killing me.
