I miss my dogs_

Dog, a living thing that uses the word 'cute' to descried with among people. I love dog, no, I don't really love them, wait, do I?

Yea, I should say I love dog but NOT MINE! Woah! Something surprised hm? I'll tell you what my dogs had done this morning and you might forgive me for disliking my own doggies. Here we go.

This morning was a pretty though sleepy, but happy morning! I had my ordinary way to my car and waited for my sisters to get into it. Everything was normal and I was sleepy like I always do. After reversing my car out of the big gates of mine, I heard something sounds like having a party, party? No, not party, a group of gangsters? No? A WAR!! Definitely a dog war! You'll never know how terrible it is without witnessing it! 0_0

I saw a poor dog. I guessed it was same age with my other dogs, struggling weakly to escape from the biting of my dogs. It sounded bad right? My dogs were the bullies... or should I say murderers? The poor dog was facing about six dogs of mine at that time. I widened my eyes unbelievable once I saw them doing such a cruel thing towards a helpless dog. I opened the car door and yelled at them, trying to stop them. Nonetheless, some of them took a step backward while the main lead, the oldest dog among all and as the mother of them, kept on biting the dog.

I felt like shouting in my head. Helpless was filling up my blood.

My mum saw it and shouted off all the dogs. The poor little dog dashed into my house and disappeared from my version. I was admiring my mum at that time. When she got into the car, I heard the sound of war choired again. My mum told me not to care about it. We're going to be late. Although I couldn't see what actually happened at the back of the big gate, I knew the dog was suffering again.

About 6 something in the evening, I asked my mum about the dog. She said it has been dead, like what she has predicted in the morning.

My memory ran back to years ago, when three little cute dogs had their first day staying at my house. They're dirty, cute, small, and lovely. I have a strong feeling to believe that they will become some kind dogs like my previous dog that will move away when an old woman is cycling pass.

During the past, one of the dogs had dead because of a bully case from those dogs beside my house. I still remember how creepy it is when my mum told me about what had happened. My dog was bit until dead. That was the first time I cried for a dog. After that case, I got a lot of chances to look at those gangsters again. I hate them. I hate them I hate them! I hate them taking my dog life away!

After two years, I supposed, another two dogs pregnant. I was very happy since that's the first time my dogs were having babies! I thought my house will full with cute little dogs and stay happy ever after but who know, one of the two dogs bit all the babies of another’s once it has given birth. You’ll never know how shocked I was when I heard the news. They’re sisters, aren’t they?

After that, the poor dog that has its babies bitten disappeared. I guessed it was depressed by how cruel her sister did to her babies. The cruel selfish dog was the only one left with its puppies here and soon they became a big family. However, I have no more love towards them, unlike what I always did in the past. I love puppies but not those with cruel blood running down their vessels.

I guessed it was something they called recycle. Now, I saw the shadow of the dogs I hate from my very own dogs.

“Our dogs are great, aren’t they?” My mum asked, pulling me back to the reality.

Great? I suspect. She has her words wrong. I smiled weakly and left.

I miss my innocent dogs.