Thursday, November 03, 2005

Mrs. Trunchbull and the Puppy

Once there was a little puppy who was born on the side of a road. He had a brother and a sister also, but somehow, he was the only one who got picked up by a person who happened to see them, lying near their mother.
This person was a woman we shall call Mrs. Trunchbull. She was short and squat, and wore her hair mostly piled up on the top of her head like a beehive. She had a voice that was capable of waking people up from the deepest slumber, even when she was three houses away. When she was in a temper, her voice could wake you up from six houses away, and the beehive looked like a hundred enraged bees were going to fly out of it at any moment.
What defined her most was her angry, bitter heart.
So it was our little pup's misfortune that Mrs. Trunchbull should be the one to adopt him, the term being used loosely. She took him home and immediately put on a red leash that went well with his silky black fur. Then she tied the leash to an iron chain and the pup stayed tied up to the pole in Mrs. Trunchbull's front yard for what seemed like forever.
When it rained, which was often, the puppy would stand up on his hind legs, squeal and beg Mrs. Trunchbull to take him in the house. She never listened. Slowly, he learned to squeal less and less. Then Mrs. Trunchbull had a small, concrete dog-house built for him which was the doggy equivalent of a prison. Into this the puppy was shoved, or chained to a post just outside it.
Neighbors passing by could see him sitting outside his wretched little cement dog-house in his characteristic paw-crossed-over-paw pose. His pretty, floppy ears moved every time he turned to look at them, because even for a puppy, he was extra frisky and joyful.
He was being well-fed and he was physically healthy. Sometimes Mrs. Trunchbull and her husband, the Broomstick (that's what he looked like) even played with him.
But should the neighbors have arranged for him to be taken away regardless? Mrs. Trunchbull was the kind of woman who would smash your windows, beat you up if she saw you walking down the street alone, or introduce a poisonous snake into your yard. No exaggerations. What should the neighbors do?

4 comments:

Col said...

I believe you have tried the hard way,now try the harder way.Go visit her and sweet talk her and be good to her,I mean genuinely.
See the changes.
I know it is hard..I mean harder but it will be worth it.You have nothing to lose girl

Anonymous said...

I'd take your word for Mrs T. And don't think sweet talk would work at all.
Just give her a piece of your mind: let her know that you are pissed with the way she is treating the pup.
But do make sure that the plan to take the pup away come into force the same evening / late night. No later.
Bullies feel stronger if they think you can't stand up to them.
And so what if she has never has a kind word for you after that?
A pup in a shelter is worth ten Mrs. T in the bullpen.

GGB

Anonymous said...

Hey D,
what happened to the pup?
Did you become the knight in S. A.?
GGB

Col said...

Anonymous GGB,
Like I said being good to someone isnt easy especially if they are not good to you.Its not only sweet talking but actually being nice.You will be surprised at how much can be accomplished.
Its never too late you can always try.

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