A video went viral because some kids burnt pups alive. I didn’t watch it, and here’s why.

I was very little, perhaps a few weeks old, when I met my first best friend – a wonderful daschund pup who was called Lizzie, Elizabeth was the full name, she was named after the queen of England, and we grew up together, Lizzie and I, a daschund and a boy, buddies, and as time went by, Lizzie became more mother than pal, growing protective about me over the years; dogs age seven times faster, and at some point she was the master and I was the dog.

Not a role reversal I regret, because canine love is something that isn’t easy to explain. A woof, a growl, a wag of the tail, a look into your eyes with their dog eyes, everything has a meaning of its own. And you’d only understand if you’ve grown up thinking of dogs as your first friends. As your best friends.

Now what makes humans such barbarians that can burn puppies? The answer actually is simple.

In one word, upbringing.

Over the years, I have seen several parents stop their toddlers from reaching out to their instinctive love for animals.

“Don’t go near that dog baby, they bite.”

“Don’t touch that stray, it’s dirty.”

“You will need rabies shots if that thing scratches or bites you.”

This one is for the parents on my timeline. Don’t tell your kids that because that’s what causes the first lack of compassion in their innocent heads.

Understand that the predominant emotion in a dog’s head or heart (like the predominant emotion in your kids’) is to love. Not hate and attack. That’s an adult human trait in a concrete world.

Pat that little feller in your building compound, see how he reacts to love, and you’ll know what I mean.

You don’t even need to feed him a biscuit; without your kindness, he is completely capable of fending for himself. All he needs is love and compassion.

I wrote this because of a video which I didn’t even watch. And I didn’t watch it because I didn’t want to see puppies burning.

I hope this gets shared and read enough, so that such acts and videos cease to exist.

I don’t have many photographs of Liz, cameras were rare those days, but I found one. She died when I was 14, (she was 14 too, ripe old age for a daschund) but scroll up again, look into her eyes, and you’ll understand their ability to love.

#LoveDogs

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