Her saving story.

I was all ready to go home with my new family. My mommy told me that is just what dogs do and she told me that I would be taken care of. This was a new chapter in my life and I was really looking forward to what new adventures I would embark upon with my new family.  I was brought to this big house and they kept me inside. I had to learn how to go outside and that was ok.  There were lots of children.  This was going to be great!  While it was noisy, it was nice to be loved and the children could not get enough of my attention.  But then something changed.  There came this new dog. She looked white as snow and she got bigger than me fast.  We ended up being put in a cage by the front door.  I looked forward to being put out by the tree where I can stretch my legs and see the world outside my little cage.  I would spend all day out there and it was not so bad because I could still see the children and there were other children too.  Life was still good. Sometimes I knocked my water or food over and it would be a while before someone checked on that but it was ok. Life was still good here for me. 

The next thing that happened was the fluffy dog went away and a new dog came. He was little like me but had long hair and was not a puppy like me.  We stayed on the porch for a while but then our cages were moved behind the house.  We would spend all night and most of the day in our cages. It was still not so bad. Only when it rained and was cold.  We slept a lot and got let out most days. I had a chair I could sit under and I had my water and food then.  I was starting to think that there should be more to life than this, but, then again, I was being taken care of and it is not so bad.  I don't think.  What I didn't like was that, when it rained, my cage got water. My people tried to put something on top of the cage but it did not keep the water out and they didn't come see me so much. Most afternoons, they would let us out but when me and the hairy dog would try to talk to our people (who were at the front of the house) they would not come and see us.  Sometimes one of them would come and talk to me but not for long and sometimes there were mean children who would come and tease us.  There were people in other houses nearby and they would talk to me and I would talk back but it was not so happy anymore. I started to get sad. I tried to be happy on most days. Especially the days I would go visit my chair.  The sun would be warm and it was not so bad. Not really. I dont think it was.   This is how life was for a really long time. I wondered if there were other things to do. I seen a white dog next door and she would run around and be free. Ah, to be able to run like that. Maybe that was just something my people did not think I needed but it would be wonderful.

Then, one day, my people came to me and they picked me up and gave me to that lady that lives next door. She smelled strange to me but had a warm loving grasp. My people said bye to me and patted me on the head. I wondered what was going to happen to my friend. What was happening to me?  This lady, I had seen her before playing with the dog next door. She always cleaned the yard over there. She also always talked to me. How did she know that was what my people called me?  She immediately took me into the house where I see the dog next door come close to. She put me in water and I was terrified but it was clean water and it did not have a funny smell to it. Well, until she put this green stuff on me that turned fluffy white like clouds. I was really scared and did not want to be in that box anymore with the water. I did find that her voice was soothing to me and she held me with those nice, gentle paws that people have.  I was not long in that watery place before she took me out and wrapped me in this soft warm thing. It took all the water away and she took my ratted collar off me. I was glad to be rid of that thing. It was itchy and smelly. Wait. The water place took away the itches I had! Wow! I was given food and allowed to roam about the house. This is nice. It feels perfect in here. I even was allowed to meet the dog that I had watched for so long from afar.

These people had little people who played with me and guess what?  I got to run free in that yard just like the white dog and I have a new friend!  These new people call me Mollie just like my old people did and my friend is called Roxie. This is great! I love my new place. I have a blanket and am not left alone all the time in a little box. I get to run free in the yard and it has toys and is so clean! Sometimes I see my people from before. Most of the time they don't see me but when they do they wave. I try to tell them to come see me so I can tell them how great things are but they do not seem to be too interested. Sometimes I will even forget who they are and bark. I try not to forget but I am so busy being with my new people that I cant keep it in my mind who they are. I guess they will always be there. I cannot dwell on the past. I have loyalty here. I am loved. I am fed. I am warm. I am special.

Life is good. Make the best of it.

No life should be worth less than another

I was contemplating the meaning of life this morning. No particular reason but the answer 42 does not satisfy the curiosity I have about the meaning of life. I see how people treat each other. Some men believe that women are less worthy of things because they are women. Racial divides are another way to devalue a life. Others believe children are less than the rest of the human race. I hate to say this, but we all come from a woman. Even test tube babies do. Everyone is in some sort of racial class, being black, white, Irish, or American. Lastly, we each were a child once upon a time. Oh, there are also religious divides. I happen to believe that so long as your religion works for you and you are not forcing your religious opinion on me, then why should I waste my heard earned air tormenting you about it.

Everyone's life is worth something and it feeds into the circle of life on this planet. Also, because human beings on this planet choose to have pets, those domesticated animals should have the same regard from their people or people in general. If you are utilitarian, treating a dog or cat as less than worthy is going against the total units of happiness for society. Therefore, you should treat pets as part of the family and not as some nasty disease in your home.

It just hurts my soul to see people being treated so badly and animals being neglected because people have no regard for the lives that are in the carriages of the bodies that are being mistreated. Everyone's soul has a purpose. No matter what you may believe, they were created for a reason and that is not for you to decide whether or not they are better, equal to, or less than you. It would be nice if everyone would assume that each life on this planet were an equal. This way, there would likely be a whole lot less hatred in this world and (out of selfish reasons of course--->) my anxiety attacks would likely come to a halt.

I simply cannot stand to see, read, or hear about atrocities people inflict on other living things on this planet. It simply makes me sick. Even old people are being treated badly.  Those people have been around long enough to EARN respect. When they become invalid, why beat them? They are defenseless. Just like children and domesticated or farm animals, beating them will get you nowhere. It is evil and mean and should not be tolerated nor should it even occur.

I am not sure if  all of these things that we read about in the papers have been going on en masse like this for all of history but it seems to have become more rampant as time goes on. Maybe there is a correlation between the acts and the growing population but it just makes me sick.

What do you think?