Instead of running wild over hills and dales, they get walked twice a day, if they are lucky, and get to pee on a tree in the midst of a concrete wasteland. If we were honest with ourselves, we would call this selfish. We would acknowledge that the dogs are not as happy as they could be, but we think they are cute and they amuse us, so we imprison them.
Until Grazia tell Martha's story to their readers, they'll be known as Grrrrazia in the welfare world. Just imagine if they paid to give her a full pampering before featuring her on their glamorous pages? Could one of their readers find space on their impossibly stylish Habitat sofas? Or even their Ikea ones....
If you're pro fox hunting, this is not an attack at you; our opinions may differ, but you are fully entitled to have, and hold onto your own. This post isn't about getting you to change your mind; it's just a call to those who may agree with me on the matter, who may want to do something proactive about the potential lift on the current fox hunting ban.
At the same time, this is the argument we should be listening to ourselves. There is no justice in declaring ourselves voices for the voiceless whilst ignoring the plight and cries of the individuals we personally oppress. If we cannot listen to pleas we stop harming animals in our own country, we shouldn't be at all surprised if those in Yulin will not to listen to us.
Scream at the Chinese. Scream at their savage customs until the veins bulge on your bloated, hypocrite head. Scream until your rage shatters the reformed Kievs in your freezer like glassware at an opera. Pause only to repackage your hatred into blinkers that obscure the double-standards of your own hideous morality.
One has to wonder, when Cameron decided to dangle the hunting free vote carrot in front of a largely uninterested electorate, did he ever think he'd have to go through with it? The question on many people's lips is, why, given the current social and economic climate, is hunting topping the agenda again?