SOMETIMES IT'S NOT ABOUT THE WATER

Today was like every other day. Grateful to be alive, blessed and grateful for my friends  and the ability to live here in Hawaii.

On the way to the pier this morning we encountered one of our homeless residents walking his 7 dogs. He was sitting down and complaining how  his back hurt due to the  dogs dragging him on the walk. 

We see this guy and his dogs almost everyday on the way to the pier. We always stop and play with the puppies. I quite often give him money for the dogs care and bring extra dog beds and blankets down. I bring him hot meals at times as well.

 I finished walking the dogs to the pier as he followed. He insisted on keeping  Princess, who is not only very old but very overweight, tied up to the pack while they  were all running as if in the Iditarod Sled Dog Race. They were dragging Princess. I commented about this to the master. He said, well "she just needs to keep up too". She is old and overweight! How can this sweetheart possibly keep up with puppies?

When we got to the pier this guy decided he would let the dogs go run. And run they did. They were so excited to get off those 6 inch leashes and be free playing in the water. It was so special to watch.

Three of the dogs, who are related, had a bent up  wild hair and ran all over the pier. Their master went crazy screaming at them and chasing them.

After awhile Linda and I decided we had better help him catch these  three siblings,recognizing they only needed some exercise and were having a ball.

Then this guy starts screaming at all his dogs most of all Princess. Four letter words flowed. She was cowering. If we had not been there I am sure he would have hit her. He had lost control.

He kept screaming and screaming that they needed to settle down. I finally had enough and  told him that he needed to settle down. Well, that set him off. I was called every name in the book, including names you never want to hear and threatened that he was going to "mess with me now".

It was time to call the cops, but we decided just to go swim.

It was heartbreaking to see these animals abused this way. I know in his own demented way he loves them (they are all he has) but to see them just want to play and to each be stuck on literally 6 inches of rope was more than heartbreaking.

I am going to mail a copy of this to the SPCA. I would almost rather see some of these dogs put down than to have to live everyday like this.

My father killed every pet we ever had when I was growing up, so I have this "thing" to protect animals.

The swim was rather nice and clear and uneventful other than having to replace the buoy line that had detached itself and was free floating in the ocean.

Just another day in paradise.

For lack of good photos today, I have attached another of a Crown of Thorns, that got "whacked" today and some Honu photo's I had recently taken.

A Hui Hou