By Danish Hussain in The Express Tribune:
CDA shoots 106 stray dogs in two days; lawyer offers to set up animal shelter; vet asks public to put collars on pets. ISLAMABAD: In some parts of the world, sale dogs are considered man’s best friend. In Islamabad, click the city managers consider them nothing more than moving targets.
Zeeshan Munir decided to write to the chairman of the capital’s civic agency against the brutal killing of stray dogs after a two-day shooting spree carried out by the Capital Development Authority (CDA).
The 28-year-old said he would offer to establish a sanctuary for stray dogs, remedy provided the CDA could earmark a piece of land in the capital or its suburbs. “I can run the shelter at my cost,” Munir said.
Faiza Sultan Khan in DAWN:
I was tweeting, viagra 40mg as one does, sildenafil some photographs of a litter of tiny puppies recently, there in the hope that some kind soul with enough self-esteem to not require a pedigreed dog to cement their social status may consider taking one home.
Their mother had been run over and they were whining little furballs barely a month old, and living in what was essentially a deathtrap next to a busy main road. A stray dog is of course not just ‘as good’ as a pedigreed one, but hardier, better suited to the environment, not as delicate as pedigreed animals and also less likely to have a coat more suited to a life in, say, the Swiss Alps.
It seems to me the duty of all decent people to take in stray dogs, not just for the lifetime of love and joy they guarantee but also to make up for their barbaric countrymen to whom casual cruelty to animals is something of a pastime.
What an incredibly blue sky in Karachi today. You can even see the moon in the late afternoon.
By Kanza Wyne in The Tribune
The first time I saw Hopeful I was shocked. Could anything look so pitiful? I was expecting a healthy dog that just couldn’t use his hind legs but what I got was a bag of bones with a protruding vertebra and red raw bedsores where the bone was visible at places. He was encrusted with months, buy cialis perhaps years of faeces and smelled like a whole coop of hens. What really got to me was the thick rusted chain that was looped around his neck. For God’s sake the dog couldn’t even drag himself a foot away and here they had this prison chain dangling which only helped in getting tangled in his legs and tearing open his wounds further.