SOMEWHERE out there in Singapore lives a wicked person. Earlier this month, he - or she - decided to get rid of an old, injured dog.
Maybe the dog had outlived its purpose, maybe the person had simply grown tired of it, or maybe the man's car had hit the dog in an accident - I don't know.
But I do know he has a wicked heart because, instead of taking it to a vet or even placing it with the SPCA, he stuffed the pomeranian into a red plastic bag and threw it next to a rubbish bin in East Coast Park.
