Showing posts with label Cork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cork. Show all posts

Friday, 28 February 2014

Of Man and Beast- Who is Noble and Who is Really The Beast?

First off I will warn you this is a mini to a moderate sized rant. It has been simmering for years and I have had little outbursts to unsuspecting people who happened to be in my company over time but lately I just feel so overwhelmingly frustrated and bewildered by man" kind" as of lately that I have to say it here for anyone who's bothered to read.


As a former very proud dog owner ( My darling Mr. Mo passed away at the ripe old age of 14 the summer before last, may his stinky self rest in peace.) I have a special appreciation for the unique bond between owner and pet. Nothing can quite replace that unconditional love a dog shows their owner (That said any of the seldom times that I dared eat a packet of pine nuts or rashers without sharing or didn't give Mo a neck rub QUITE long enough I received a mighty cold shoulder from him, so there actually might be a few conditions but love needs a few rules and boundaries really I guess!) So it completely breaks my heart every time I read or hear about the un-explainable animal cruelty that occurs, what seems more and more frequently, on our small island.


The late and great Mr. Mo & myself.


I have been following the Facebook page for Cork Dog Action Welfare Group over the past few months and I am absolutely blown away by the care and support that this page is filled with for the dogs found. So many well-wishers and foster families for the dogs help to support one another to keep fighting the good fight. The page also has highlighted the unmerciful cruelty that has been inflicted on these poor innocent creatures. Beaten, torture and mostly left for dead these poor mites are given a second chance by the wonderful people at DAWG. One notably is Fionn, the wonder dog, who has stolen my heart along with thousands of others. I have been following Fionn's story from the start where he was found by a walker who almost mistook him as just part of the pile of rubbish he was left for dead on. He was brutally beaten and tires were placed on top of him, it seems as though whoever put him there did not want there to be any chance for him to be saved. Due to the amazing work by DAWG, his foster mom, and the countless supporters that made extremely generous donations Fionn has made a miraculous recovery. His journey has been tough and by no means straightforward due to the extremity of his injuries that were inflicted by nothing more than a pathetic snivelling excuse of a person. (Link here for more on Fionn’s story.) Sadly there are many more like Fionn every day, many of them aren't as lucky as he to have been found and nursed back to health.

Photo Source: breakingnews.ie


What really makes me even angrier is how the people responsible get away with such monstrous actions. Even if they are caught they will serve little to no time for their crimes which absolutely shocks me as according to PETA and many other sources, research and study on psychology and criminology shows that people who commit acts of cruelty and violence against animals do not usually stop there, many move onto humans. Now I am by no means demeaning what I personally consider a gravely serious offence in its own right but if the justice system doesn't see it to be a huge crime by itself can they not take a look at what it could lead to by not taking precautions? Murderers often start out by killing animals, many of them as children but this does not mean that it is limited to a young age. Notorious serial killers such as the Boston Strangler and the BTK killer, among many others, both began their spree early on with their victims starting out as animals according to PETA. Studies undertaken by Cynthia Hodges, attorney with animal law practice and Australian Police both revealed that 100% of sexual homicide offenders examined had a history of animal cruelty. So why are these disgusting crimes not taken more seriously and being reflected by increasing sentences and implementing compulsory psychiatric counselling on those guilty?






The UK seems to have the same lenient sentencing. Trainee Solicitor Katy Gammon only received a measly 18 weeks jail time for purposely tying up and abandoning her boxer Roxy without food or water in an apartment. Her body was found 10 weeks later after dying of prolonged dehydration and starvation. This sickens me to my core that someone could be so deliberately cruel and indifferent to an animal's life.

Orphaned foal stands by its' mother's body. Photo source: The Independent.


In recent months it seems that the number of cases has grown rapidly. To mention but a few, two horses met the grisly demise, one was doused in petrol and lit on fire by a gang of young teens in Tallaght and another was kicked and beaten to death by a group of men in a Wicklow town leaving her defensless foal without a mother. All for a laugh right? I mean sure teenagers were probably rebelling and the men were too drunk, that’s not a psychotic thing to do at all, no sirey. The teens will probably grow out of it and the men must be family men underneath it all, best not ruin their lives for a silly "mistake" - This is probably what many try persuade themselves to think so not to face the reality that these are sadistic acts that will lead to further disgusting violence on more innocent animals and people, but sure as long as it’s not a pet they own or a person they love what does it matter! The more we the people and the law of our land sit idly by the worse it is going to get. To quote the words of Edmund Burke “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing”.
A lovely selection of adorable "muttley crew" that has passed through the doors of DAWG

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

The Ghosts of un-Christmas past

So today I finally received my much anticipated reimbursement letter from a certain Irish airline. I can honestly say it was quite the let down. I don't even know why I was even surprised by this as this was not the first time, or the worst thing, that they had failed to deliver as promised. Two words: Last Christmas.

Just about sums me up last year...

I nearly shudder at the thought of what an utter let down and disappointment it was. There I was unbelievably excited, actually excited couldn't even cover it, at the thought of coming home from New York to Cork for Christmas. And before you even think it: No, I am not being sarcastic. I was genuinely ecstatic to see my loved ones...and do Christmassy things with everyone- like making mince pies, eating tins of roses while sharing stories on Christmas eve about our hilarious tall tales made up when we were children about spotting Santa and of course naturally go to the pub. So anyway, on the 23rd of December I packed my bags, gave back my dorm room key and set off ridiculously early to JFK Airport. Like six hours early.

Away I went!
So I arrive up to the check in desk only to be referred to another queue. That's when they tell me our flight was cancelled due to "unfavourable" conditions. Stunned, I rang my friend due to fly on the same flight to deliver the news. After hanging around for what seemed like forever we were all packed off to an airport hotel with the promise that we would be flying out the same time the next day and arrive in Christmas morning. I held onto that hope that we would make it home in time.

The thought of Christmas at home made even this view seem almost redundant by the 23rd!

So the next day we hauled our bedraggled selves to the airport once more and queued  for a good hour with the only agreed acceptable reason for leaving it again was by getting on a plane. The staff were about as useful as a chocolate teapot with regards any sort of updates or basic information on our flight. Some were downright rude and ridiculous to us, one member of staff even claimed to the more hotheaded of our group that he didn't care, could take them all on. Not exactly the Christmas cheer or empathy we were looking for in an airport on Christmas Eve. Among-st all the confusion and raised voices the screen above us flashed: Flight Cancelled.That was it. Game over. The Grinch stole Christmas.

No Christmas for Sandra last year!

 I'd like to add before anyone thinks I'm being unreasonable and a complete brat, as there was a lot of snow in Ireland at that time, that two of my friends flew out from New York on the 23rd into Ireland without much hassle. It's safe to say I handled the disappointment extremely well. I bought myself a bottle of rum as a miserable consolation present and headed to the hotel bar with a large motley crew of Irish expats.

Stranded...but not even in the wonderful city!
So that's the story of last Christmas, the non-event that still haunts me the Christmas enthusiast or nut if you will. This year, it's safe to say that I am making up for it. I made the family traipse around after me for five  freezing hours to look for the perfect tree. I, almost to a point of obsession, make sure that Christmas songs and movies are played at least once throughout the days on the lead up. I think at this stage I may know all the words to both Home Alone movies...I even let my boyfriend convince me to go ice skating to get as much Christmas Cheer as I could . (Along with spiders it is one of the few things that truly instills fear into me, ice skating that is!)

Pretty much perfect portrayal of my ice skating ability.
Even better, on top of this there are plenty more batches of Christmas cookies to devour; a chocolate Rice Krispie Tree to build; 12 pubs of Christmas; lots of mulled wine sessions; and Christmas eve still to come.


This year is full of Christmas cheer!


Anyway, have a great Christmas everybody! I know I will! :)