Wire braid and end-weighted straps makes for a better garrotte design. That way it can be swung to tangle things. Not felidae mind you.
As loath as I am to admit it, hearing you devoted part of your life to being a vet, actually MLA, has elevated you some in my estimation of you as a human. No, I won't ever LIKE you. But for that service to animalkind, you do have some respect.
And I don't know how, dealing with pieces of shit like that god damn dog rapist....how did you refrain from vivisecting the bastard. And I do NOT mean the dog. That sort of shit, is something that would have me snap my leash and cut the piece of shit responsible to shreds, slowly, and salt them after finishing skinning them alive, leaving them to squirm like the subhuman slug they are (and no I wouldn't do that to a slug either)
I honestly don't think I could restrain myself if I knew someone had done the likes of that. Its one thing for WOMEN to get frisky with a dog that wants to fuck them, thats hot. But guys raping male or female dogs, that is just messed the fuck up, its as bad as rapists of children no doubt about it. And I'd just....there aren't even WORDS for what would get done to the kind of whoreborn piece of ...............there just aren't. Even for me. I honestly do not understand why some sick, fucked up untermenschen can not only engage in, but actually think that kind of depraved, fucked up, beyond vile animal torture.
It is abhorrent. And so many things worse on so many levels of sick fucked up. And its one thing that really pushes my buttons, fuckups doing that kind of thing. I have to own up, I've dished out treatment for someone so much as deliberately stomping a snail that I'm somewhat surprised didn't bury the bastard responsible. I'll stoop to move the same, snails, slugs, small critters out of the path of the street to the very side in the mornings if I'm on my way to the docs etc, or otherwise going out, doing whatever, to make sure they don't get accidentally squashed. Have had to perform surgery on a raven once after it took a shotgun blast up at a rookery, gone to snatch a stunned sparrow or similar small sparrow-ey looking wee bird that had flown into a bus shelter and stunned itself, KOed on impact to the glass, from the path of an oncoming car before once.
I am a die-hard animal lover, always have been. Used to have a pet hedgehog as a kid for a while, after finding the poor wee lil bugger way, way too young, in a back alley near my former home, winter beginning to bite, to have survived hibernation. Had to keep it from hibernating all winter, checking up on the lil...well I'd say guy, but I can't say as I've too much practise determination of hedgehog gender. It isn't something that falls to me as a day-to-day task. But I took him/her in, made sure my spikey wee tyke (named sonic...xD what else) was kept warm and with a full belly and the best I could manage in comfortable nesting material. Barely a yearling, if that, and woefully undersize when found. Not a snowballs chance in hell of living through the oncoming winter without being taken in. So it got lucky, in that the right person was out that day both to recognize the need for aid, and to be inclined to give it. A tiny wee lil bugger, cute as hell, even as a ball of spikes. But after finding room at the inn, at chateaux de lestat, he/she definitely ended up realizing that I was not a threat, and would allow itself to be held and checked over, poking that little snuffly pointy schnozzle out and nozing about for nibblets of dog food and other hedgehog-fare as I provided:)
Bred slow-worms too as a kid, after finding a colony, where they were prevalent, but highly localized. So took samples from different areas and bred them, releasing the young, once grown some and with a better chance to fend for themselves. Always have had a habit of ending up with oddball pets, waifs and strays of the furry, scaly, insectoid/arachnid, feathered, or spiky varieties.
