I'm a self-confessed dog killer. I'm not happy about it. I'm certainly not proud of it. But through a series of strange events & circumstances, i was forced to take matters into my own hands. Here is how it all started:
My father was sick with cancer and i was taking care of him in Bonao in 2004. My father always kept three big dogs that ran the perimeter of his yard all day and night. The dogs only knew my father and were vicious from all the rock throwing and negative conditioning that Dominican children wreak on dogs behind 6ft fence. Throughout the years, the dogs got so conditioned to hate Dominican children and Haitians that they were like three of the most racist animals i've ever been around. True racist from the get go. I've never seen anything like it. They were like KKK members
Anyway, my father passed away and i had to return back to Norway to work. I had dug a 6ft grave underneath his mango tree where i was going to bury him, but because of a misunderstanding, i had to ditch that plan and undig him. The burial plan was not just mine, but also my father's. It's a long story, but basically when my cousin (who is now a governor) told me "Bury him wherever you want," he was not referring to anywhere on his property, but instead, any "cemetery" in the country that i want.
Anyway, after a clearing up of the misunderstanding with my cousin--where i had to "Unearth" my father and take him to a real cemetery and re-bury him, i had the problem of three very large, vicious dogs to contend with.
I had spent two weeks previous to my father's death trying to find someone who would take the dogs. In Bonao, big dogs are not for your home, but more like something that you keep in your back yard and throw your left-overs to and sometimes tie-up--which makes the dog/dogs bark all night long--keeping both you and your neighbors awake and loathing the day you moved in.
Ok, so after begging everyone i knew to please take the dogs, and everyone telling me that no one can afford--nor had the space--to take three huge, vicious dogs that will eat them out of house and home, i was up to my wits end of what to do. Let me stop here and emphasize that i tired in vain to get everyone i knew to take these dogs.
In Bonao, there are no "Doggie hotels," no "Doggie Vets"--like we have here with Doctor Bob on the northcoast.
So, after consulting my other cousin (a doctor) about my problem, he suggested that we simply inject the dogs and put them asleep. I thought about it for two days, made some more phone calls (this is 2004).Some dominican workers told me to just release them on the street. I said, "Really? the dogs have never been on the streets. They don't understand cars hurt when they run you over. they have never been around other dogs, vehicles, and motorcycles. They would be killed within the hour after running out into the streets and highways. I was running out of options, but i knew i was not going to release three huge dogs out into the streets to fend for themselves. I also realized that my only option was to put the dogs asleep if no one came forth.
the day before i left, my cousin came over and we went to the vet and bought some medicine that stops the heart instantly. We injected all three dogs in succession and i carried them over to my father's first grave sight underneath the mango tree. The 6ft hole was still unearthed from where we had to dig my father back out. The dogs are still buried thereto this day. Every time i drive my his old house i look at the mango tree and think about my father; then i think about how hard it was too dig that f%cking 6ft hole with all the stupid roots that i had to cut through. But then i remember what nice resting place it ended up being for his three dogs.
In the end, something good came out of that 6ft hole in the ground.
Love Frank
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