I saw a small puppy that was wagging its tail, this morning, enjoying the moment with a humanoid woman and her small kid who were selling local vegetables on the side of the street I was walking on. A familiar face, a middle aged man comes near the group and sends the pup into a fit of cries and agony with a tight slap on its ear.
The same slap, had it been connected with the kid, the woman would have protested like a tigress with her abused cub, but the situation was not being taken so seriously. It was being thought as a playful act by everyone around him, but only the puppy knew the pain and agony.
They all laughed at it and continued along.
But never once did it occur, to any of those humans, that the emotion of pain, agony and even betrayal could have been of a greater concern, had the act of aggression been directed to something a little less furry. The reason for this notion to slip past each of those consciousnesses is that those humans never viewed dogs as something to be capable of succeeding them in a conscious self-aware battle of self-righteousness or even a little self-defensive argument, because they just can’t.
Another reason is that, naturally, we don’t shed any thought, let alone tears, when we crush a life so lowly, that its existence is merely like dust to us. A dog will not shed a tear if its paw crushes an ant, or let’s say an endangered insect. And humans, even if they have the sole capacity to understand the role of each of the species in this whole ecosystem will not shed tears to cut their own brethren down when systems of values and beliefs are not alike. They simply don’t care. Each dog of the street recognizes this character of the humans more than the humans themselves. Though they hide those thoughts with their mute voices, their eyes give them away. They are hesitant to trust a generous hand, and are skeptical of most humane acts. But as is their nature, they will still be forgiving and trusting once again.
And then it all starts to rotate, this small cycle of get hit-cry-agonize-forgive.
As I leave the scene, seeing the playful pup with his tails wagging to every human near him, I see the female just hit him, playfully, on his other ear, and he is again crying in the same fit of pain, agony and now a small dose of natural anger.