I'm pretty angry as I write this, so that's never really a good time to 'Blog.'
On my afternoon run in the bright sunshine a little earlier, I stumbled across an unhappy scene at the Westgate boating pool where a drowned Staffordshire Bull Terrier was being recovered by its distraught owner. I helped lift it, collar and lead still attached, into a couple of black rubbish sacks so it could be carried home.
I've reported the incident and its address to both the police and the RSPCA, who said they will investigate the unusual circumstances of the dog's reported escape from the person minding it for the owner yesterday evening and its subsequent suicide; depressed as it may have been by the prospect of being evicted from its home.
Readers will know from my earlier posts that I regard the growing number of undisciplined 'Staffies' and their owners as a real problem in Westgate which at times makes it unsafe for me to walk my own small dog on the beach. A week ago, the record was a pack of five, between two owners, in a loose maul dominating the entire beach. However, I'm still a dog lover and this afternoon's incident only illustrated what I see as a much broader problem as times become harder for people and pets alike! Sadly this afternoon also brings back buried and bitter memories of trying desperately and unsuccessfully to rescue a small girl in almost the same spot one summer's afternoon over thirty years ago!