There once was a man walking down a deserted street in a beautiful, leafy suburb. The place had nice homes with big gardens and front porches. As he was walking towards one of the houses, he heard the sound of a dog making painful whimpering noises. He walked to the gate and saw a man on a rocking chair, right next to the dog. The dog seemed to be in excruciating pain, but the owner didn’t even seem bothered. Our guy was upset, he couldn’t believe that the owner was ignoring the dogs pain. He walked up to the man on the rocking chair and confronted him.
‘Is this your dog?’,
‘Yep, it’s my dog, can I help you?’
‘Well, can’t you see he’s in pain. What’s wrong with him’,
‘Oh, he’s sitting on a nail’
‘What?! Why isn’t he moving off since it’s hurting him so much?’
‘I guess, he’s not in enough pain yet...’
The man turned around and walked away
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