Pes ugrizne deklico, mati nahruli lastnico in dobi kazen?

Pa saj nihče (tukaj) ne opravičuje pasjeljubke. Ta je kriva v vsakem primeru. Ne more se zgodit, da ne bi bla.

Super Sonic je 15. feb 2012 ob 11:40 izjavil:

Ja, s tem nima noben težav in so jasno povedali, da jo je, ni pa dobila kazni za enak prekršek kot razburjena mati, čeprav je bila tudi ona vpletena v prepir (težko se prepiraš sam seboj) in druga stran trdi, da je bila v igri še provokacija. Sodili ji bodo pa za čisto druge kršitve.

Sims je 15. feb 2012 ob 11:51 izjavil:

Drugo. Tlevizijo sem mel na nemo, ko je Svet predvajal nek prispevek in sem slučajno videl lastnico s psom v stanovanju. Ko je prikazovala kako je privezovala psa ali nekaj takega. Ko sem videl "FLEKS" povodec, se mi je skuštralo. Ne moreš takih mrcin na "FLEKS" vozito okoli. Mrcine v smislu moč in teža psa. Nam se je vtrgala kovinska zatezna ovratnica, ki je bila pocinkana. Ko se je pes v pasji šoli hotel igrati(pes ima 40kg). Samo "malo" je cukno in jo je razpolovilo. O takrat naprej imamo Inox varjanto, ki so bistveno bolje varjene. Povodec 2m "vrv". Skratka neprimerna oprema bi rekel.

Mehmed je 15. feb 2012 ob 13:06 izjavil:

Ne razumem kaj tocno hoces tuki povedat. Da je kazen za matko dokoncna, za lastnico pa visi v zraku?
Prvo ne drzi, ker se lahko pritozi.
Drugo pa drzi, med drugim lahko tudi crkne lastnica jutri pa se izogne vsakrni kazni. Ampak to ne pomeni, da je sistem slab ali krivicen.

Arto je 15. feb 2012 ob 12:04 izjavil:

Aston_11 je 15. feb 2012 ob 11:39 izjavil:

Očitno so.

A če bo nek otrok skočil na cesto in ga bo zbil avto, ker starši niso pazili nanj, boš rekel, da so pri nas avtomobili več vredni od otrok?

Keyser Soze je 15. feb 2012 ob 13:45 izjavil:

Precej bolje kot marsikatera vrvica za pse, ki jo lastniki spustijo ob zategu, ker se jim zareže v dlani ali zapestje (odvisno kako jo uporabljajo)..

Brez tezav fases globo za enostransko vpitje.

Kot drugo je to na matki da prenese policajem. Zdej dejansko isces nepravico v stvari, ob katero se matka sama ni obregnila.

Da bi morale obe biti kaznovane?

It was a comfortable little restaurant, where they cooked well, while the Tischwein was really most passable. We stopped there for a couple of hours, and dried ourselves and fed ourselves, and talked about the view; and just before we left an incident occurred that shows how much more stirring in this world are the influences of evil compared with those of good.

A traveller entered. He seemed a careworn man. He carried a brick in his hand, tied to a piece of rope. He entered nervously and hurriedly, closed the door carefully behind him, saw to it that it was fastened, peered out of the window long and earnestly, and then, with a sigh of relief, laid his brick upon the bench beside him and called for food and drink.

There was something mysterious about the whole affair. One wondered what he was going to do with the brick, why he had closed the door so carefully, why he had looked so anxiously from the window; but his aspect was too wretched to invite conversation, and we forbore, therefore, to ask him questions. As he ate and drank he grew more cheerful, sighed less often. Later he stretched his legs, lit an evil-smelling cigar, and puffed in calm contentment.

Then it happened. It happened too suddenly for any detailed explanation of the thing to be possible. I recollect a Fr?ulein entering the room from the kitchen with a pan in her hand. I saw her cross to the outer door. The next moment the whole room was in an uproar. One was reminded of those pantomime transformation scenes where, from among floating clouds, slow music, waving flowers, and reclining fairies, one is suddenly transported into the midst of shouting policemen tumbling yelling babies, swells fighting pantaloons, sausages and harlequins, buttered slides and clowns. As the Fr?ulein of the pan touched the door it flew open, as though all the spirits of sin had been pressed against it, waiting. Two pigs and a chicken rushed into the room; a cat that had been sleeping on a beer-barrel spluttered into fiery life. The Fr?ulein threw her pan into the air and lay down on the floor. The gentleman with the brick sprang to his feet, upsetting the table before him with everything upon it.

One looked to see the cause of this disaster: one discovered it at once in the person of a mongrel terrier with pointed ears and a squirrel's tail. The landlord rushed out from another door, and attempted to kick him out of the room. Instead, he kicked one of the pigs, the fatter of the two. It was a vigorous, well-planted kick, and the pig got the whole of it; none of it was wasted. One felt sorry for the poor animal; but no amount of sorrow anyone else might feel for him could compare with the sorrow he felt for himself. He stopped running about; he sat down in the middle of the room, and appealed to the solar system generally to observe this unjust thing that had come upon him. They must have heard his complaint in the valleys round about, and have wondered what upheaval of nature was taking place among the hills.

As for the hen it scuttled, screaming, every way at once. It was a marvellous bird: it seemed to be able to run up a straight wall quite easily; and it and the cat between them fetched down mostly everything that was not already on the floor. In less than forty seconds there were nine people in that room, all trying to kick one dog. Possibly, now and again, one or another may have succeeded, for occasionally the dog would stop barking in order to howl. But it did not discourage him. Everything has to be paid for, he evidently argued, even a pig and chicken hunt; and, on the whole, the game was worth it.

Besides, he had the satisfaction of observing that, for every kick he received, most other living things in the room got two. As for the unfortunate pig--the stationary one, the one that still sat lamenting in the centre of the room--he must have averaged a steady four. Trying to kick this dog was like playing football with a ball that was never there--not when you went to kick it, but after you had started to kick it, and had gone too far to stop yourself, so that the kick had to go on in any case, your only hope being that your foot would find something or another solid to stop it, and so save you from sitting down on the floor noisily and completely. When anybody did kick the dog it was by pure accident, when they were not expecting to kick him; and, generally speaking, this took them so unawares that, after kicking him, they fell over him. And everybody, every half-minute, would be certain to fall over the pig the sitting pig, the one incapable of getting out of anybody's way.

How long the scrimmage might have lasted it is impossible to say. It was ended by the judgment of George. For a while he had been seeking to catch, not the dog but the remaining pig, the one still capable of activity. Cornering it at last, he persuaded it to cease running round and round the room, and instead to take a spin outside. It shot through the door with one long wail.

We always desire the thing we have not. One pig, a chicken, nine people, and a cat, were as nothing in that dog's opinion compared with the quarry that was disappearing. Unwisely, he darted after it, and George closed the door upon him and shot the bolt.

Then the landlord stood up, and surveyed all the things that were lying on the floor.

"That's a playful dog of yours," said he to the man who had come in with the brick.

"He is not my dog," replied the man sullenly.

"Whose dog is it then?" said the landlord.

"I don't know whose dog it is," answered the man.

"That won't do for me, you know," said the landlord, picking up a picture of the German Emperor, and wiping beer from it with his sleeve.

"I know it won't," replied the man; "I never expected it would. I'm tired of telling people it isn't my dog. They none of them believe me."

"What do you want to go about with him for, if he's not your dog?" said the landlord. "What's the attraction about him?"

"I don't go about with him," replied the man; "he goes about with me. He picked me up this morning at ten o'clock, and he won't leave me. I thought I had got rid of him when I came in here. I left him busy killing a duck more than a quarter of an hour away. I'll have to pay for that, I expect, on my way back."

"Have you tried throwing stones at him?" asked Harris.

"Have I tried throwing stones at him!" replied the man, contemptuously. "I've been throwing stones at him till my arm aches with throwing stones; and he thinks it's a game, and brings them back to me. I've been carrying this beastly brick about with me for over an hour, in the hope of being able to drown him, but he never comes near enough for me to get hold of him. He just sits six inches out of reach with his mouth open, and looks at me."

"It's the funniest story I've heard for a long while," said the landlord.

"Glad it amuses somebody," said the man.

We left him helping the landlord to pick up the broken things, and went our way. A dozen yards outside the door the faithful animal was waiting for his friend. He looked tired, but contented. He was evidently a dog of strange and sudden fancies, and we feared for the moment lest he might take a liking to us. But he let us pass with indifference. His loyalty to this unresponsive man was touching; and we made no attempt to undermine it.

Mislim, da se je že sama prikazala kot neodgovorno, ko je pustila terierja na štriku pred štacuno:

lexios je 15. feb 2012 ob 12:40 izjavil:

jst sem ga, nisem siguren pa če si ti moj post:

Mami in deklici ni potrebno imet o psih povsem nikakršnega znanja, ti kot lastnik ali strokovnjak ga seveda moraš imeti in za svojega psa tudi primerno poskrbeti! Glede tega se najbrž strinjava. Panična reakcija pa je bila v tem primeru normalen odziv na situacijo, neglede na to ali se je pes hotel igrati, zaščititi ali napasti... Tega mami ne moreš očitat.