Yesterday night, my father was teeling the life story of all the dogs his family had kept when he and his siblings were young. It was so sad the way every oftheir dogs died. One of them called, Leslie, was brought for an walk in an open field near their old house, in the evening. And all of a sudden, it went loose and it ran away. When it came back, it seems, it was very sad. But when they consulted a vet, they realised that somebody had fed it broken glass but smashed it like powder and added to its food. Its so cruel. It died at last. And another of their dogs, died in an accident and so on. They had numerous dogs. Some were given away and after that they stopped having dogs because my grandad felt so bad for the dogs.