Tuesday, 11 October 2016

Two and a Half Weeks


Yes only 2 and a half weeks to go until we are out of here, and the neighbour’s killer pack of Jack Russels attacked again.

There are no words to describe how you feel when you come home and find one of your pets decimated by a pack of dogs whose owners deny all responsibility with one word, sorry. Sorry won’t bring Little Boy back. Sorry won’t bring Ali back. Sorry won’t bring Patch back, and now Socks, sorry won’t bring her back too. Sorry doesn’t hold you accountable for your dog’s misbehaviour. Already your dogs have bitten Lynda, and another neighbour’s daughter yet you just shrug your shoulders and first try to deny it was your dogs but when proven all you say is sorry with a smile.

Just 2 and a half weeks to go. Couldn’t these pesky dogs just have waited?

I took today’s photo of the lovely flowers in the garden at my work, but the beauty soon faded from my eyes when I arrived home. Goodbye Socks. May you chase butterflies amongst the pretty flowers on the other side and be forever happy.

Posted by Jerome West at 20:15

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