I remember the time when I was about four or five. We had this old dog that had a litter of puppies. And I walked into the bathroom one day and my mother was standing there, kneeling down.. Dog had a litter of about eight, and my mother was bending over killing each other of these little puppies in the bathtub. I remember I said - why? She said - I`m just killing what I can`t take care of. Then she looked at me and said - I wish I could do that to you. Well maybe she should have.