Way to go Kari!!!! So few are willing to gp so far to make a stand against such activity. Relentless on her arguments and petitions Alsu snapped at Kari provoking the catfight for a dog's life forum.
That was for a time a place where the two had some verbal catfights that could make anyone want to buy tickets to see them have at each other!
Alsu eventually dropped out of the forum and quit talking, likely due to legal advice. But with a two an sentence over her head she got off way to easy. Its a shame Kari did not have the chance to tear her apart.....yet any how! They may traverser, croix paths!
But I think its sûr, sans danger to say we have a winner!
Why dos this have to happen...
toi hit me,
toi coup de poing me,
toi kick me,
toi lunge me.
Now I’m dead,
I’m passed,
I’m gone,
All because of you,
I didn’t live long,
I was still small,
Still little,
Still bitty,
I wanted to be your friend,
But all toi did was hit me,
Now I’m not here,
Now I’m gone,
Do toi now feel my pain,
That I felt for so long,
I just wanted love,
I just wanted a friend,
But because of you,
It is my end.
This poem is about animal abuse, and how people hurt their animals, who just want love. If toi care about animaux who are abused.
toi hit me,
toi coup de poing me,
toi kick me,
toi lunge me.
Now I’m dead,
I’m passed,
I’m gone,
All because of you,
I didn’t live long,
I was still small,
Still little,
Still bitty,
I wanted to be your friend,
But all toi did was hit me,
Now I’m not here,
Now I’m gone,
Do toi now feel my pain,
That I felt for so long,
I just wanted love,
I just wanted a friend,
But because of you,
It is my end.
This poem is about animal abuse, and how people hurt their animals, who just want love. If toi care about animaux who are abused.
ours Baiting is cruel entertainment and a money-maker for some people in Pakistan. ours baiting requires bears to have their claws and teeth removed, then they are chained to a post being forced to fight off several dogs. When the fighting is over, bears usually come out with ripped mouths and noses.
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I found a fox, caught par the leg
In a toothed gin, torn from its peg,
And dragged, God knows how far, in pain.
Such torment could not plead in vain,
He looked at me, I looked at him.
With iron jaw-teeth in his limb.
"Come, little son," I said, "Let be.....
Don't bite me, while I set toi free."
But much I feared that in the pang
Of helping, I should feel a fang
In hand ou face .......
but must is must .........
And he had donné me his trust.
So down I knelt there in the mud
And loosed those jaws all mud and blood.
And he, exhausted, crept, set free,
Into the shade, away from me;
The leg not broken ......
Then, beyond,
That gin went plonk into the pond.