Well she was actually my neighbor lady’s dog but considering the fact that we gave more attention and sustenance to the poor creature, I can confidently say she was our dog. Her name was Negrita and she was one of three dogs that alerted the surrounding houses of approaching thieves. I wrote about these dogs in a previous post entitled ‘A working class hero is something to be‘. 

The night the thieves murdered Negrita was an especially active one. We got very little sleep, as random footsteps surrounded our house throughout the night. Starved by her owner and forced to eat garbage Negrita apparently couldn’t resist the poisoned treats the thieves brought for her. The next day the neighbor lady, who I also wrote about in the post; ‘No honor amongst thieves‘, broke the sad news to us. She started off by telling us that the thieves broke into three cars parked outside our house the previous night. They attempted to kill all of the dogs, but Negrita is the only one they succeeded in murdering. The expression on my face as she recounted the story was one of genuine concern and the words which came out naturally were; “I’m so sorry.” As I expressed my regret however, the callous woman began laughing uncontrollably. I had to walk away from her in disgust.

Animal rights and humane treatment of animals here (especially dogs) is rare. I’ll miss the tireless worker who sacrificed her life for nothing. She’ll be missed by few but I would like to at least honor her memory with a post and a moment of silence for the premature death of Negrita.

– William Chasterson 

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My name is William Chasterson. I’m a writer and a student of history. I was raised in the Midwest of the United States in a very conservative town of about 15,000 people. In my twenties I moved to New York which is where I’ve been for the past 15 years. After the first few years of culture shock I was finally able to settle into my environment and actually consider myself a New Yorker. For the past year however I’ve been living in the third world. I’m not going to mention the name of the country I moved to both for my own safety and because this is not a political blog. The purpose of this blog is to analyze the human psyche and to develop a theory I’ve been slowly formulating my entire life which is that we are all the same. No matter our race, gender, language, or economic status we are all of us equals. While this idea sounds cliche most people’s actions indicate that they don’t really believe it.


    1. We’re in Central Africa. There’s no one to report the cruelty to. Here, the concept of animal cruelty doesn’t exist. The sad thing is that her owner doesn’t recognize herself as cruel. As far as she’s concerned animals don’t have feelings.

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  1. You write that you considered her YOUR dog. Had you fed her more, and the other two dogs that guarded you… Why did no one investigate the repeated footsteps? It is a practice of car thieves to set off alarms repeatedly until the owners turn them off. This sounds similar. In vain do the dogs bark, if their warning goes unheeded. (BTW, the two links in your post didn’t work.)


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