*Disclaimer: If you are an animal lover (especially dog lover) do not read the following post. Consider yourself warned!*
I had an unofficial meeting today with the guy I’m working with for my PCPP and was planning on biking to Kloukanmae (Erik English’s post) with Jason at 10am. As I rolled up to my concession, I noticed that all the women were congregated outside of the steel door and so was Burrito. This was strange, but what was stranger still was that they were all stopping me and telling me, “You don’t want to go in there!”
I had no idea what they were talking about so I asked them why, but the only response I could get out of them was, “You really don’t want to go in there.”
Jason called me at that point and asked me where I was. I told him that I was home, but he apparently was inside the concession. I asked my mama if my friend was inside and she said nonchalantly, “Yes.” So I told them all that I needed to go in then, because I had a guest which garnered the response, “They are doing this (a chopping motion near the genital areas) to the dog.”
“Oh, a castration? I’ve seen plenty of those, let me in.”
I walk into the concession and a guy holding a big ass stick tells me, “Vit vit vit vit!!!” (quickly x4) I run inside and I look at Jason. Jason is looking at me like a bewildered little boy, unsure of what was going on. I reassured him, “Jason, what up man! They are just castrating Jasper, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure man?”
He had a worried look that was sort of disconcerting, but I didn’t think much of it. I looked towards my latrine and saw the guy who put in my pull-up bar straddling the far wall holding a huge ass stick as well, poking at Jasper who was barking really oddly.
I opened my door and talked with Jason, asking him what the hell he thought was going on here. As I opened the door he said, “Um… I think they are trying to kill him.”
“No no, this is just a castration man. Although, that guy is a mason and that other dude definitely doesn’t look like a vet.”
We walked into my house and I turned to the first man I ran into and asked, “What are you guys doing?”
He wouldn’t respond and kept commanding me to close my screen door. By this point in time, I was thinking Jason might actually be right, so I adamantly said, “No.” Thinking Jasper NEVER came into my house. If he did, it probably was cause he felt like he was gonna die.
Well, what do you know, Jasper bee-lines it from the latrine straight into my house, quivering. He was whimpering and already had a mangled hind leg and somehow must’ve gotten a cut up eye from the evening before (it wasn’t fresh). I reluctantly took a broom (since he was in high alert mode and would have bit my hand) and tried to sweep him out. He ran into my bedroom and tried to go through the screen door there, without success. So, with me pursuing him, he ran out to the concession again, a death trap.
Now, Jasper is a pretty strong and fast dog, but these Beninese guys are pretty focused when they want to get something done. So, instead of tying up Jasper or catching him and cutting his throat, they were trying to tire him out and knock out the use of his hind legs by chucking, as hard as possible, hoes from at least 10 yards away. They were amazingly accurate at this and it almost seemed like a game for them. I yelled at them, “You guys are scared of the dog, huh?” They nodded in agreement. “You guys are going to eat this guy, huh?” They looked a little ashamed, but would not answer. So I asked them again. “Are you going to eat him?” “Yes…” “With what type of sauce?” “Every kind.” I then closed my screen door and tied it so that Jasper wouldn’t be able to open it. He tried to get in again, running full force into the screen, ripping a hole and getting blood on it.
I had to close the door, this was too sad.
The whimpering, the barking, the rhythmic sound of the hoe hitting the ground while the other guy tried to hit Jasper with the big ass piece of wood was sickening to the stomach. Jason was sitting on my couch, “Dude, I think I’m gonna throw up my breakfast.” I stood by the window watching how this was going to play out.
They must have broken both of Jasper’s hind legs from throwing the hoe at him, but he was running on pure adrenaline. Eventually it caught up with him and he collapsed in a bush on the far side of the concession directly in my viewpoint. I saw the first man grab his big ass stick (it was at least 7 feet long and had a girth of around 6 inches), wield it in both his hands while raising it above his head, and dropped it down with as much force as he could muster. But he didn’t realize that our laundry line was there, so he hit that and in his frustration ripped it out of the wall (I was saddened by this). Then he did it again and this time, he hit his mark.
It was horrifying to not only hear Jasper barking and then suddenly stop, but even worse to watch it cause I could see why he stopped. They had broken his back, literally. To make sure, the guy brought up the stick again and whacked him in the same spot. Then, to ensure there was no possible way that he’d get back up, he walked around him, raised the stick, and gave Jasper a final blow to the head. Game over.
Man, and I thought I’d seen all that you could possibly see here. Oh, how wrong I was. So wrong.
I had an unofficial meeting today with the guy I’m working with for my PCPP and was planning on biking to Kloukanmae (Erik English’s post) with Jason at 10am. As I rolled up to my concession, I noticed that all the women were congregated outside of the steel door and so was Burrito. This was strange, but what was stranger still was that they were all stopping me and telling me, “You don’t want to go in there!”
I had no idea what they were talking about so I asked them why, but the only response I could get out of them was, “You really don’t want to go in there.”
Jason called me at that point and asked me where I was. I told him that I was home, but he apparently was inside the concession. I asked my mama if my friend was inside and she said nonchalantly, “Yes.” So I told them all that I needed to go in then, because I had a guest which garnered the response, “They are doing this (a chopping motion near the genital areas) to the dog.”
“Oh, a castration? I’ve seen plenty of those, let me in.”
I walk into the concession and a guy holding a big ass stick tells me, “Vit vit vit vit!!!” (quickly x4) I run inside and I look at Jason. Jason is looking at me like a bewildered little boy, unsure of what was going on. I reassured him, “Jason, what up man! They are just castrating Jasper, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure man?”
He had a worried look that was sort of disconcerting, but I didn’t think much of it. I looked towards my latrine and saw the guy who put in my pull-up bar straddling the far wall holding a huge ass stick as well, poking at Jasper who was barking really oddly.
I opened my door and talked with Jason, asking him what the hell he thought was going on here. As I opened the door he said, “Um… I think they are trying to kill him.”
“No no, this is just a castration man. Although, that guy is a mason and that other dude definitely doesn’t look like a vet.”
We walked into my house and I turned to the first man I ran into and asked, “What are you guys doing?”
He wouldn’t respond and kept commanding me to close my screen door. By this point in time, I was thinking Jason might actually be right, so I adamantly said, “No.” Thinking Jasper NEVER came into my house. If he did, it probably was cause he felt like he was gonna die.
Well, what do you know, Jasper bee-lines it from the latrine straight into my house, quivering. He was whimpering and already had a mangled hind leg and somehow must’ve gotten a cut up eye from the evening before (it wasn’t fresh). I reluctantly took a broom (since he was in high alert mode and would have bit my hand) and tried to sweep him out. He ran into my bedroom and tried to go through the screen door there, without success. So, with me pursuing him, he ran out to the concession again, a death trap.
Now, Jasper is a pretty strong and fast dog, but these Beninese guys are pretty focused when they want to get something done. So, instead of tying up Jasper or catching him and cutting his throat, they were trying to tire him out and knock out the use of his hind legs by chucking, as hard as possible, hoes from at least 10 yards away. They were amazingly accurate at this and it almost seemed like a game for them. I yelled at them, “You guys are scared of the dog, huh?” They nodded in agreement. “You guys are going to eat this guy, huh?” They looked a little ashamed, but would not answer. So I asked them again. “Are you going to eat him?” “Yes…” “With what type of sauce?” “Every kind.” I then closed my screen door and tied it so that Jasper wouldn’t be able to open it. He tried to get in again, running full force into the screen, ripping a hole and getting blood on it.
I had to close the door, this was too sad.
The whimpering, the barking, the rhythmic sound of the hoe hitting the ground while the other guy tried to hit Jasper with the big ass piece of wood was sickening to the stomach. Jason was sitting on my couch, “Dude, I think I’m gonna throw up my breakfast.” I stood by the window watching how this was going to play out.
They must have broken both of Jasper’s hind legs from throwing the hoe at him, but he was running on pure adrenaline. Eventually it caught up with him and he collapsed in a bush on the far side of the concession directly in my viewpoint. I saw the first man grab his big ass stick (it was at least 7 feet long and had a girth of around 6 inches), wield it in both his hands while raising it above his head, and dropped it down with as much force as he could muster. But he didn’t realize that our laundry line was there, so he hit that and in his frustration ripped it out of the wall (I was saddened by this). Then he did it again and this time, he hit his mark.
It was horrifying to not only hear Jasper barking and then suddenly stop, but even worse to watch it cause I could see why he stopped. They had broken his back, literally. To make sure, the guy brought up the stick again and whacked him in the same spot. Then, to ensure there was no possible way that he’d get back up, he walked around him, raised the stick, and gave Jasper a final blow to the head. Game over.
Man, and I thought I’d seen all that you could possibly see here. Oh, how wrong I was. So wrong.
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