Breeding Injustice

The brown dog, Mameha, kept barking invectives at mother. (I have to call Josephine "Mother" because Bunso and Inday imitate whatever I say or do and Josephine kept me away from her teats often.)

I have never seen her fully. I know she has brownish fur because I can see her fuzzy forelimbs from under the vehicle that the masters kept. I think she's smaller than mother because her legs are thinner than mother's.

I don't know what breed she is but mother also doesn't know. The mistress' brother called her a "mutt." Mother said, those are dogs that are mixed breed.

Her incessant barking woke up the master. We all heard his footsteps as his feet shuffled to wear the slippers on his feet. When the door creaked, he got out with something in his hand.

I assume that the master hit Mameha because the dog yelped in pain. She cowered so low to prevent being hit again by the master's slipper. I saw her thin, emancipated body racked in pain at the slightest touch of the floppy slipper.

"I don't want you barking over nothing, understand?" came the master's hard tone.

Mameha whimpered softly. She and master seem to understand each other.

"What was that Uriel?" it was mistress.

Mother tried to explain everything in DogSpeak but I think all mistress heard were a couple of whimpers and yelps.

"Oh!" mistress seem to understand, "You evil, terrible Meha! How dare you bark at my Josephine?"

The mistress rubbed the fur behind my mother's ears. Mother growled in satisfaction.

Mameha could only cower in fear. Master still holds the slipper.

"Let's go out for a walk, Josie." Mistress said as I heard mother's leash unhooked from its latch.

Master followed them to the wide unknown. Mother seemed to be happy to have her humans with her.

I can sense Mameha. She seemed angry and hurt as she gazed at the three of them walking away.



I have no idea what being "mixed breed" means. I guess humans treat dogs better when their breed is not that complicated.