Post by Ana Hunter on Apr 17, 2007 14:01:52 GMT -5
"Hello, Elmo, sweetie." Ana said softly, staring at the beautiful, brown, terrified eyes of a greyhound.
He cowerd gently in a corner.
2Now now Petal, noone's gonna hurt you anymorse."
Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her face.
No matter how many times she'd seen things like this, they never got easier.
Elmo was badly abused by his previous owners, and that was all anyone knew about him.
It was now Ana's duty, as vet intern/slave, to find out with what.
Some sick, dirty, dick-sucking bastard did this to an animal - a living, breathing, feeling being.This was her least favourite part - testing.
Ana carried with her, a large rucksack filled to the brim. It had been given to her back at the clinic. here we go baby
she slowly pulled out a bat....no reaction. Definately not this. A dog who was consistantly beaten wth the same thing would flinch or whine, or make some indication of hesitance, but nothing with this, just the same old screaming eyes.
She then puled out the next item in the bag of horrors...a wrench, heavy and dulll in colour. Nothing again....zilch.
The next few items were alll no-goes as well. It soon came to the last item....a bottle of Irish whiskey.
She slowly pulled it out, and on first sight of the sickly green glass, the dog screeched and shivvered, and ran to the furthest corner of the kennel. He tucked his hed under his belly, so as to protect his face.
Ana, feeling guilty as sin shoved the bottle back into the bag. Her body racked with sobs, as she sat in a heap on the bleached kennel floor.
How could some bastard DO this???!!!
She rested her head on the wire mesh of the side of the pen and watched the dog.
His eyes were like liquid black, a sea of impenetrable darkness. All this dog's ever known is pain, noise and fear.
She could just hear the drunken shouting, the glass smashing, the dog quietly whining and the cruel laughter immediately following.
Ana gathered the bag together and placed it just outside the pen gate. She walked slowly back in and regained her previous position. Her and Elmo sat looking at each other for a veeerry long time....
He cowerd gently in a corner.
2Now now Petal, noone's gonna hurt you anymorse."
Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her face.
No matter how many times she'd seen things like this, they never got easier.
Elmo was badly abused by his previous owners, and that was all anyone knew about him.
It was now Ana's duty, as vet intern/slave, to find out with what.
Some sick, dirty, dick-sucking bastard did this to an animal - a living, breathing, feeling being.This was her least favourite part - testing.
Ana carried with her, a large rucksack filled to the brim. It had been given to her back at the clinic. here we go baby
she slowly pulled out a bat....no reaction. Definately not this. A dog who was consistantly beaten wth the same thing would flinch or whine, or make some indication of hesitance, but nothing with this, just the same old screaming eyes.
She then puled out the next item in the bag of horrors...a wrench, heavy and dulll in colour. Nothing again....zilch.
The next few items were alll no-goes as well. It soon came to the last item....a bottle of Irish whiskey.
She slowly pulled it out, and on first sight of the sickly green glass, the dog screeched and shivvered, and ran to the furthest corner of the kennel. He tucked his hed under his belly, so as to protect his face.
Ana, feeling guilty as sin shoved the bottle back into the bag. Her body racked with sobs, as she sat in a heap on the bleached kennel floor.
How could some bastard DO this???!!!
She rested her head on the wire mesh of the side of the pen and watched the dog.
His eyes were like liquid black, a sea of impenetrable darkness. All this dog's ever known is pain, noise and fear.
She could just hear the drunken shouting, the glass smashing, the dog quietly whining and the cruel laughter immediately following.
Ana gathered the bag together and placed it just outside the pen gate. She walked slowly back in and regained her previous position. Her and Elmo sat looking at each other for a veeerry long time....
