I'm more of a cat person than I am a dog person, but I admit a great fondness for Declan, our old, rescued, blind-in-one-eye, gapped-tooth, moves-even-more-slowly-than-I-do dog.
Even BD (Before Declan), I could not tolerate anyone being cruel to a dog, those persons being lower than the pus in a pimple on the penis of a protozoa in Patagonia.
Speaking of cruely to dogs (or, at least, to their egos), I present The Killer Shrews.
And shame on you director Ray Kellogg, screenwriter Jay Simms, and James Best, Ken Curtis, Ingrid Goude, and the rest of the cast. I have it on good authority that dogs throughout America hung their heads in shame after the 1959 release of this turkey.