Maybe he loved it more than he loved himself.
Anti they say, that a dog is man’s best friend. And so when the stone hit the dog and it yelped loudly, it’s owner rushed out to see what the matter was.
The dog-hitter had assumed this was a stray. Far from it.
It happened to have an owner who, on seeing a young man walking off, assumed (correctly) that he was the one who had caused the dog to cry out in pain.
The dog owner charged for the dog-hitter. Pow! On the back. How dare you attack my dog?
The dog-hitter was stunned. Had the dog suddenly transformed into a human being? Because, in his world, every dog that ran around in the street was a stray. Period. If someone had so much love for an animal, it would have been behind a fence, a gate, in a kennel, clean fur, flea-less, drinking milk and crunching bones. Not a mangy like this…. this… this …
Why are you hitting me?
How dare you beat my dog? Pow! Pow! Pow!
Dog hitter sprang into action and hit back. Boof! Slap!
For several minutes, they grappled with each other in the dark, swung punches, exchanged blows, wrestled, grabbed at, and tore shirts. In the dust.
Man's best friend joined in the melee, barking hysterically, snapping and snarling at dog-hitter for attacking his boss.
Then they took a commercial break. Dog’s best friend shouted, I will show you today, that you don’t go around attacking animals for nothing.
He reached for the ground then flung the stone with all his might. It connected with dog-hitter’s skull.
Dog hitter saw red. Blood.
Dog hitter was groaning.
His pals who had ran away in fear, given the ferocity with which he was being attacked, suddenly woke from their stupor and returned to the ring to rescue their own who had gone in for Round Two.
A bodaboda rider passing by stopped and jumped off his bike (these ones are famous for smelling trouble from miles away). With his huge hands, he effortlessly picked dog owner off dog hitter who he was pummeling in the dust. Tossed him away like a bad potato.
What is the matter? What is making you fight like this?
Dog owner repeated his accusation.
The boda rider jeered and told him to stop being stupid because in this part of the world, you can’t beat up another man for a dog. A mere dog. Embwa. Who did that? Go away naawe!
Dog hitter was bleeding profusely from the opening on his head. He leaned on the wall, wailing loudly. Then just like that, he collected himself and walked to where his shocked friends stood.
Dog owner had vanished when he heard mention of police being called to the scene.
Just then man’s best friend ran by. Again.
In anger, dog hitter picked up a stone and hurled it at man’s best friend.
Some people never learn.
The dog-hitter was stunned. Had the dog suddenly transformed into a human being? Because, in his world, every dog that ran around in the street was a stray. Period. If someone had so much love for an animal, it would have been behind a fence, a gate, in a kennel, clean fur, flea-less, drinking milk and crunching bones. Not a mangy like this…. this… this …
Why are you hitting me?
How dare you beat my dog? Pow! Pow! Pow!
Dog hitter sprang into action and hit back. Boof! Slap!
For several minutes, they grappled with each other in the dark, swung punches, exchanged blows, wrestled, grabbed at, and tore shirts. In the dust.
Man's best friend joined in the melee, barking hysterically, snapping and snarling at dog-hitter for attacking his boss.
Then they took a commercial break. Dog’s best friend shouted, I will show you today, that you don’t go around attacking animals for nothing.
He reached for the ground then flung the stone with all his might. It connected with dog-hitter’s skull.
Dog hitter saw red. Blood.
Dog hitter was groaning.
His pals who had ran away in fear, given the ferocity with which he was being attacked, suddenly woke from their stupor and returned to the ring to rescue their own who had gone in for Round Two.
A bodaboda rider passing by stopped and jumped off his bike (these ones are famous for smelling trouble from miles away). With his huge hands, he effortlessly picked dog owner off dog hitter who he was pummeling in the dust. Tossed him away like a bad potato.
What is the matter? What is making you fight like this?
Dog owner repeated his accusation.
The boda rider jeered and told him to stop being stupid because in this part of the world, you can’t beat up another man for a dog. A mere dog. Embwa. Who did that? Go away naawe!
Dog hitter was bleeding profusely from the opening on his head. He leaned on the wall, wailing loudly. Then just like that, he collected himself and walked to where his shocked friends stood.
Dog owner had vanished when he heard mention of police being called to the scene.
Just then man’s best friend ran by. Again.
In anger, dog hitter picked up a stone and hurled it at man’s best friend.
Some people never learn.
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