Let's talk Racism

Me with the Cutie called Rush!

A puppy needed a home. It required an immediate temporary boarding until a loving, up-to-the-mark home could be singled out. Now, this puppy wasn’t a pug, a lab, a golden retriever, dalmation or any other pure breed. Nope. It was a mix. It had the best of two worlds, so to say. Black on top, with white running down its chest, and sprays of white on its paws. Adorable.
Case No 1
Now, A called B (me) for help. B called C. C agreed to give it a home until someone would take it in. A & B were thrilled, glad and thankful. When B went to C’s home to settle the pup in, the nosy neighbour peeked out, gave it a distasteful look and exclaimed, “Oh! It’s a mongrel.” B was stunned. B firmly retorted, “It’s a mixed breed.”
Case No 2
Later in the day, B gets a call from C. “The puppy is pooping all over the house. I’m sorry, I can’t handle it.” But a puppy will poop! Humans do too! B headed back to C’s home to take the puppy and find him another home. C’s kids remarked, “Our mum actually said – ‘I was hoping for a handsome pure breed. Not this stray.’” Ah, there comes forth the real reason.

My first encounter with racism. And, I daresay, it sucks.