I Have A Dream.

While everyone - well, at least those I know - is excited about Obama’s victory, I myself had been extremely busy with some last minute work, and worst of all, fell sick for a continous two days. Flu, very bad flu. And yet I was still sitting in front of the computer, working, working, and working. And my mobile phone became a hotline. Sigh…

Anyway. There are like thousands of articles on the internet, on how Obama has fulfilled the dream in the speech from Martin Luther King, Jr in 1963. Some of the key excerpts are really touched, and I particularly like this one:

“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.’”

But can it be all creatures are created equal?

I recently had a few very unpleasant experiences with some people while walking Xiao Bi. Just for the record, I’ve always took the responsibility of clearing Xiao Bi’s poo when we walk. I would place a newspaper underneath and pack up in a plastic bag whenever she poo. I consider myself a rather responsible dog owner.

One morning when we were walking, together with Xiao Bi’s boyfriend, Bobby - yea she has a boyfriend - we walked pass a house nearby and suddenly I heard a sound from a lady yelling:

“Bullshit you!”

I looked around and I saw someone standing behind the window on the first floor of the house. I stared at her and heard someone in the house asking what the lady was doing. She answered:

“No, there is a dog.” And then she turned around and yelled again, “Bullshit you!”

I was so shocked at the moment that I couldn’t even respond properly. I looked at both Xiao Bi and her boyfriend. No they weren’t poo-ing or pee-ing. They were just sniffing around, walking, like what animals normally do. What? Do you expect everyone to jump or fly over your house when they pass by? I looked back at the lady and almost challenged her down for an argument. But I didn’t.

Yes it was very unpleasant, on how rude some people can be. I don’t want to generalise but the moment I told darl about the incident, his response was, “It’s an aunty, right?”

Oh well.

And then this evening I came back with Xiao Bi after our walk and I left her running in the garden with me throwing her ball around. No I never like the way my family members are treating her. She is certainly NOT part of the family - no one cares to spend time with her - to an extend that, whenever my little niece was near, they’d either shhhttt her away or say, “Xiao Bi is here, run faster!”

So obviously these two incidents happened this evening, and I was so sad seeing that my niece, who used to like patting Xiao Bi and letting Xiao Bi lick her little feet, showed that she was somewhat scared.

How are you going to raise a responsible and loving next generation if you instill the thought of ‘animals are dangerous‘ into their mind? Like saying, the shark is definitely going to kill you! But is this true?

No I’m asking you to treat animals or dogs in my case, like a human. But with a little respect and love.

Yeah. I do have a dream.



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    2 Responses to “I Have A Dream.”

    1. jen Says:

      Tell the aunty, “There is no bull around, only dogs.” haha
      Let’s secretly curse the aunty, u have any voodoo dolls? :P

    2. Huey Says:

      jen: Wa you ‘hiong’ lo. Hehe. I have to admit that I was really cursing her whole day long… and then I’ve also created imaginary scenario when I had a little time (eg: bathing, eating…) on how I would scold her or XB saving her pity life etc etc etc… Goodness I’m so sick! >.<

      And then after that, I kinda over it liao. lol.

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