Off my rocker…or not?
Dutch, my sweet picorgadorgle (that’s a breed name I made up…since she’s a pit, corgie, labrador, beagle mix), is the first pet I’ve ever had. Before her, I wouldn’t have considered myself too much of a dog person, or any animal person. Since her, though, is a different story.
I’m about two feet away from hopping on the PETA, animal rights, ASPCA train. I’m about to give up meat, volunteer all my free time at an animal shelter, go back to school to become a vet, the list goes on and on and on. (And maybe I’m not really planning on becoming a vet…but perhaps working in a vet’s office?)
All this to say, traveling around Spain has been a little tough on that front. I’ve wanted to start a “Spay & Neuter Your Pets” campaign, as well as bathe every animal I see (to include cats…and that’s a big step for me). I saw a dying sparrow in Cordoba and I couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the night…I passed by the line of horse-drawn carriages a few times in Seville yesterday, and a few had sores and scars on their noses from the bridles. And then there’s Pamplona coming up in the next couple of weeks. We’ll be on a balcony overlooking the running of the bulls…but I’m already prepared to be in the fetal position for most of that day. (And if you’d like to join Ricky Gervais in a step to end bullfighting, you can do so here.)
So…that’s it. That’s where I’m at. Someone…tell me I’m crazy. Tell me there’s room for moderation. Tell me it’s the cycle of life for birds to die. Tell me dogs have done just fine with all of their organs and limited baths. Tell me horses get scrapes and sores just like humans do, and they seem to carry on. And someone *definitely* tell me if I hop on the PETA train they’ll stop being my friend. And remind me how good a juicy cheeseburger is. And how life simply isn’t the same without bacon. Please?
And for now…here’s a peek into my life in Spain so far.
Yep. Lots of beautiful architecture, babies with forks, fountains and peeking into doors. I love it all.
Tags: ASPCA, neuter, PETA, Ricky Gervais, spay
Rach, I am reminding you now of all the things you needed reminding of. Remember that our great God takes care of even the sparrows and please DO NOT join PETA. oh and meat IS good. I love you lots friend!
I’ll do the hard thing and tell you I’ll have to re-examine our friendship if you join Peta…seriously.and the next time I see you, I’m making you the best meat included meal of your life. It’s a promise. You’ll say “PETA who?”
Haha..I’m in the same boat as you sometimes. Meat, especially birds, is so delicious, but I also love birds so much it breaks my heart when I think about the conditions in chicken farms and things like that; I can’t deal with the oily bird videos on TV, etc.
PETA are loons though, to be sure. Not the sweet feathery watery kind either!