4 Miles Easy, untimed- Love jogging, hate guilt...
I went for an easy run around the park by myself when I got back from Bromley, to run some of the crap out of my legs before dinner. I jogged around Prospect Park solo, in full sweats and my newer NB 832's.Only half a mile into my run however I was to be 'disturbed'. A group of people were in the bus stop, looking after a yound dear that some pi110ck had driven into. I say s/he was a pi11ock, as they immediately left the scene afterwards. I must have been helping the people look after the dear whilst we waited for the RSPCA to come for about an hour - we tried Castle Street Vets, but as it was wild animal they didn't want to get involved. I guess Vets only really care about animals when someone is paying them to, especially mercenary swines like those at the afforementioned vets. I'll be making sure no-one I know puts any trade their way ever again. If they dont want to put anything back into society, especially given the profits they make, do they deserve any trade. I know that they're running a business, but hopefully I've after I've finished writing to the local newspapers, the negative publicity will cost them more than the medical care of that dear (which they could have no doubt reclaimed off the RSPCA) would ever cost them...
Ranting aside, I got absolutely soaked, as it was raining all the while we were waiting for the RSPCA, so I got stone cold. Luckily someone had a blanked on them, so we were able to cover the dear, but to honest the RSPCA didn't feel it's chances were good, given that it had to wait so long to recive medical attention and the shock mechanism of grazing animals. Aparrantly if sheep or dear get severely injured in the wild, they just give up & go into a coma, as the odds are they're just going to be eaten alive anyway.
I proceeded to finish my run, despite the rain & interuption to run a bit of the anger out of my system. The incident showed me both the best & worst sides of human nature. In the one hand, about 6 people in all stopped to help with the dear, despite any inconvenience caused to themselves or their lack of responsibilty to the animal. On the other, the person (if I can even call them that) who hit it and drove off, and the so-called 'animal lovers' at Castle Street Veterinary Surgery have shown me the how truly awful people can be. Show/Hide this post [+/-]
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oh dear (sorry thats bad taste)
Boom Boom! Tart...
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