By far the hardest person in the world to leave while on this year-long adventure, my Cocker Spaniel, Puppy. Miss you, Pup!
Also, a pretty dramatic occurrence on this night. Some alcoholic bum sat along the church wall with a dog laying limply in his lap and set out a paper cup looking for coins. Something seemed off about the whole thing, and eventually it became apparent that the dog was perfectly healthy, and he was simply using it as a prop for sympathy. But beyond that, whenever the dog heard a sound, like another dog bark nearby, it would try to perk its head up and look around, like any healthy dog would do. Immediately the bum would cover the dog's head, press it back down into his lap, until it laid there lamely. While frustrated, I couldn't do anything about it really. Until his friend's dog started barking across the square and the dog in his lap kept trying to spring up. The bum was REALLY rough with his dog, pushing it down, hitting it, and finally punched it in the face with a fist. Apparently I wasn't the only one who had had enough of this and sprang up to rush at him. One woman had arrived first and was kindly saying, "You shouldn't hit your dog." When I got there, I was enraged, and started shouting and cursing and threatening him. I even took his cup of coins and told him he didn't deserve them. He couldn't speak any English, and my Hungarian is non-existent, but we were at each other. A Hungarian man walked up and started scolding him, and I took a moment to squat down and pet the perfectly healthy dog. Another drunk friend of the bum showed up and some pushing followed, and I desperately wanted him to push me so I had every excuse to hit him. He must of recognized that and just kept pushing and fake punching at the Hungarian man. This led to him freaking out and screaming around the square for minutes and finally exchanging the dog he was beating with his friend's dog and taking off. So at least he stopped hitting it. Later on we passed him sitting in front of a supermarket across the street with the other dog. I stared and cursed at him as we walked past, but of course he couldn't even recognize the English. When we walked past a final time on our way home it took every ounce of control not to kick his face and just destroy the bastard. Even now, I'm shaking writing about it I'm so furious at him. Some things are just unacceptable and people need to act.
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