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No, we are not the higher species.

At the other end of the cruelty scale, some dumbass rang up the veterinary talk-back radio show segment and wanted a solution to her problem. (Today's guest vet. was an oncologist and tried to explain he wasn't going to be solving anyone's animal behaviour problems but DID THEY LISTEN? NO THEY DIDN'T. THEY KEPT RINGING UP AND ASKING HIM WHY THEIR DOG ATE CAT POO.)

The woman's problem: she had a 12 month old Labrador which had lived inside with her until she had recently moved to a smaller house where the dog's tail 'swished everything' so she shipped the dog outside and could the oncologist tell her how to stop it crying at night, please?

I don't usually curse but FOR FUCK'S SAKE. The dog is a pack animal. You let it live with the pack, then one day you throw it outside in the cold away from the pack because its tail might knock over the picture of Uncle Hamish taken at the beach in 1971. And then you wonder why it cries.

And I wasn't going to comment.

Oh, then a woman rang up with a complex question about heart surgery which the vet. guy was able to answer. They discussed cost and life expectancy and the radio host, incredulous, asked the woman how much she would be prepared to pay for surgery on her dog. 'Anything it took,' she replied, 'as long as there was a good prognosis and a reasonable life expectancy.'

Thank you, Ma'am. You restored my faith in humans. Against all the odds.