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Some Things I Find Disgusting #2

Okay so rolling with things I find horrendous…

 

 

If you don’t have another food source, fine. But I feel the same about eating every species of animal – kill them quickly and painlessly! What is wrong with people??? How can a person call themselves human when they can torture another creature? How can a person be so heartless? What would it take for them to FEEL, to join the human race?

And pardon me, but you don’t have to be an “animal lover” to show respect for other living beings. You don’t have to LOVE dogs to care enough to not kick them. If you don’t like dogs, fine. Don’t like dogs. I don’t like monkeys. I still want them to be happy, healthy, and unharmed by humans’ cruelty and/or indifference.

 

Anywho, can I just say, this guy is amazing. I don’t know how he does it.

And honestly, how could someone eat a dog? I just couldn’t do it. They’re domesticated animals who exude loyalty and compassion. That’s more than I can say for a lot of people I’ve come across. Besides, a diet heavy on meat isn’t good for you.

 

 

Here, have some puppies howling. Because I need a break from that.

 

 

I’d love to hear what you think about all of this…

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The Worth of Souls

(I know I just posted, but get over it, people. I typically forget to post for a week instead of posting 3 times weekly. You’ll survive……still grumpy if you can’t tell)

Today is a painful day.

 

I’d like for everyone to send Brian some love.
Speaking of fuzzy babies, Brian’s dog passed away this week. Buck is an adorable, sweet boy who loves snow and his dad, Brian.

I say “is”, because the only solace I retain is that all my fuzzy babies are in heaven, waiting for me.
I don’t believe a soul can die. We just move somewhere else. And dogs are most certainly the sweetest of souls.

 

What to do when your animal passes?
Cry.
I cried like a psycho when my last two dogs died, and that for once, is not a joke, exaggeration, or me being sarcastic. I got a migraine I cried so hard.
The idea that your dog (or whatever your beloved animal is) died in pain and confused is enough to crush one’s heart.
But at least he died quickly.
And I am so glad that I was there to hold my dog’s hand as he passed.
I will forever look forward to the day I get to see my dogs again.

 

Isn’t it funny that that’s what we do, as humans? Try to look for the “well, at least”s in terrible situations.
At least it was quick.
He still died. He still hurt.
You still hurt. I still hurt.

 

But I believe this is a good thing. I think its the two things we should do when a dog (pet) dies.
1. We cry. We hurt. We rage.
2. We remember. We love. We look forward to reuniting.

 

So let’s all take a moment to remember our pets, the pets of our friends, and send some love Buck and Brian’s way.
Rest in peace, Buck.

Descent Into Slushland

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.” – Josh Billings

The last two years have been really shitty for me. As bad as 2016 was, 2017 has just eclipsed it as the shittiest. Four days ago my dog suddenly stopped walking. Seriously, he was fine most of Sunday and in the afternoon he changed. He was in pain. So. Much. Pain. He hurt so much that he didn’t even want to lay down.

We took him to the vet for tests. They had trouble finding the cause. Eventually they said he had arthritis. Buck is ten, and a Lab, of course he has arthritis. They gave him anti-inflammatory medication…which did absolutely nothing. In fact, he got worse. The next day he would stand around panting (even though it wasn’t hot) and later whining non-stop. It broke my heart to…

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Justice Served

Hi again.

Not feeling particularly chatty today.

Honestly, I feel like a dump truck ran me over, caught my clothing and dragged me down a long stretch of empty highway (why would  a dump truck drive that far? let’s say a semi truck), before dropping me in a patch of nowhere-dead-grass, where a bunch of vultures circled and pecked at me until I was forced to get up and drag my ZombieDaph self back to my house.

Due to this unfortunate week I’ve been having, I’m just going to throw these videos at you with very little explanation.

Basically, don’t hurt animals or I’ll have the urge to tie YOU to the back of a semi and record your demise as you’re dragged down a paved road. While laughing. Also while planning on how to keep the day’s activities from my therapist.

 

I don’t break these videos down at each time code because there aren’t any surgeries or traumatically open wounds to cause gagging, nausea, tears, or homicidal urges toward animal abusers. Though the latter two might come without the gargantuan wounds and dripping bodily fluids.

 

Today I’m centering on The Human Society of the United States.

In short, they’re awesome.

 

 

 

When the brave men and women of the Human Society aren’t off saving dogs, cats, and every assortment of  helpless, voiceless animal – they’re also informing the public and trying to appeal to their compassion so they will treat politics concerning animals in an empathetic, humane way.

For example:

 

Since the above videos are an assault to the soul, I also now provide you with pure cuteness.

 

If you feel so moved as to throw money at The Humane Society of the United States, click “like” on their videos, and/or share their videos – then you can help them save more fuzzy lives.

And I will virtually hug you with all the joy I encapsulate (even when I’m in a bad mood, safety and happiness toward animals snaps me into joyous).

 

For more information on The Humane Society of the United States, here are their links. Check them out.

Youtube

Website

Twitter

If you would like to donate money, click on their website above and click on the large red button on the top right hand corner which reads, “donate”.

 

And now, I’m going to take my grumpy self back to the container of mini frosted cupcakes in the kitchen.

Treat ALL the fuzzy creatures with kindness, respect, and compassion.

Good day.

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Loving and Letting Go

The WordPress prompt for today is “lovingly”. (I’ve never tried a daily prompt before, so I checked their page out.)

 

The first thing that I thought of was a baby lizard I found when I was a munchkin. I carried the lizard around for hours until my grandmother convinced me to let it go back where I found it.

I wanted to take care of it. I wanted to keep the lizard safe and happy.

“If you love it,” she said, “let it go”.

It’s funny to me that my child brain understood that.

How did I understand that?

There was so much pain and fear going on in my life as a child – but I understood love.

I wanted that little lizard to be happy, so I put it back on the fence where I found it, hoping it made it back to its family and lived happily and safely.

I was a little sad to let it go, but I was confident that it would be better off in its lizard world, not my human one.

 

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This prompt brought a few animal memories back to me.

I never realized how much I wanted a baby animal to keep and play mom to. I was always dreaming of finding a bird egg and keeping it, hatching it, and raising the little bird in its own little habitat I’d create for him/her.

I never wanted to be a mom to an actual human baby. As a child, I wanted a fluffy little bird, duck, lizard, owl, kitten, or something wild that I’d find outside and keep. I had this overwhelming urge to find and protect every little animal I came into contact with.

Of course, if you take me to a shelter now, I have the same reaction. Maybe a bit more psycho. I want to take all the dogs home!!!

 

I find it interesting that my small, child self understood love on such a pure level. I remember the feeling it evoked. Love was something beautiful and perfect. It was a balm, a safety that couldn’t be contested. And I always equivocated it with animals.

 

(wrote this sometime early February)

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Something True

Truth?

My dog’s big brown eyes staring up at me as I tell him I love him.

 

Truth is getting lost in a song I can feel.

 

Stories are true.

Stories are truth even if they’re wrapped up in some lies.

Make believe. Fairy tales for the soul. Grotesque and painful but beautiful and pure. Painful dredges through the muck so you can build a home and lay on the living room floor like a child again, safe, comfortable, content, and happy to just be there.

Truth is the stories we tell.

The stories we get lost in. The stories we survive inside.

The ones that break us. The ones that build us.

The ones that allow us to find the ugliness behind the bright lights. The beauty in the deepest holes filled with the heaviest atmosphere.

 

Truth is getting lost and finding yourself.

 

Truth is truth.

It can be hidden, denied, disguised, discarded.

But truth can never be broken.

 

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This is post #3 in Rara’s #Somethingist challenge. For my original post (which explains things), click here. And then join the challenge!

 

 

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You Make Me Angry

You – 

who say you’ll never own a dog because they can maul a child or grown person to death.

Okay.

A human can beat you to death and laugh about it.

A human can shoot you and walk away, indifferent to your death.

Children will kill for less than a Klondike bar, in the real world.

 

I am in sooo much pain right now. Not.

I am in sooo much pain right now. Not.

 

But hey, dogs are so dangerous that they shouldn’t be around your children or your neighborhood.

Because they could maul you.

They’re dangerous animals.

Unpredictable.

They have different morals than yours.

 

You just described 50% of the human population. So do you keep your sister away from your family? Because, you know, she could beat you to death, she’s human, she’s by definition unpredictable if there are emotions involved. And being human, she feels emotion.

You keep your children separated, right? Because given the right genetics and circumstances, they will literally kill each other and move on. It’s happened, and if one dog has done it once, that means they’ll all do it, riiiiiight?, so…

You make sure you keep all human contact at a minimum, right?

 

Animals only have base instincts, true, but if a dog’s owner falls on hard times, not enough money to keep a house or buy food, they’ll stay at their side. Warm their bed, even when it’s only a gutter backing a garbage bin. They’ll never complain for having scraps, they’ll always warm your heart, lick your hand, watch you as you go about your day.

But humans? If they feel like it, they’ll leave their animals to starve and die, alone and frightened. Pack up and move, cutting their ‘losses’. You can leave animals at shelters. For free. It’d take five minutes of your life, but hey, the animal who lives for you, is only brought happiness and entertainment by you, they’re not worth your time or love any longer. You can’t afford them and so they cease to exist for you.

Because money is always more important than five minutes of your day and definitely more important than an animal, according to some humans.

 

Flame and Mom. The uber lap dog.

Flame and Mom. The uber lap dog getting loves.

 

Animals have only base instincts. Yes. The feel fear and love, kill to stay alive and kill for food. They don’t have human morals.

But humans do know better, we know the difference between right, wrong, and indifference. We have the potential to become the most compassionate and giving species, the ability to inspire and bring to pass so much greatness.

And what do we do?

We abandon love for money, sex, social standing, the newest phone. We, as a species, torture, hate, hurt, rape, and murder for nothing more than a dollar.

We have the potential to be great, yet we choose to become something horrid and selfish.

Dogs? They do well with what they’re given. If a dog’s owner dies and they had a healthy happy relationship, the dog will literally stay with their owner’s corpse, heartbroken.

They love and loyalty is not something faded and brushed aside to them, it is the base of their being once they’ve decided to trust.

 

I’m not saying all humans are horrible, the world is not filled with only ugliness.

I’m trying to say the exact opposite. Just, you know me, I take the long way around.

We can love, embody compassion, bring so much amazing greatness to our world and those in it. And that includes bringing love, safety, and compassion to animals.

Most of the time, there are two reasons why a dog is mean, and would therefore maul your children.

ONE: their owner treated them or trained them poorly. Bad things are done to dogs and those dogs then, in turn, are cruel.

TWO: The dog is inbred by too many generations and it messed with their disposition.

 

An animal cannot control their genetics or who owns them. Don’t inbreed them, don’t fight them, don’t treat them badly, and you won’t have to worry about it.

 

Flame and my brother.

Flame and my brother.

 

This world is beautiful and there are millions of good people filling it. But just like humans, there are good dogs and bad dogs. There are human beings who are more likely to shoot you then help you.

Every species has its cruel members and its compassionate members. There are Jeffrey Dahmers and Mother Theresas. There are dogs who are sweet and loving and dogs who are damaged, and some who need to be put down to keep others safe. Just as there are serial killers who should be put away from us, to keep us safe.

 

So do not tell me that bringing a dog into your home would endanger you because they could bite you to death and they’re so dangerously horrible.

I could bite you to death. Seriously.

There are humans who eat other humans for crying out loud!

Do not condemn an entire species because you made the bigoted mistake of deciding for an entire breed of dog (or dogs in general) that they are dangerous because they have large jaws and pointy teeth. Going by those rules, everyone and everything is dangerous. Because everything can be used for good or bad, to help or to hurt.

You are spreading an opinion which isn’t true, bringing others to believe you and turn their backs on a species who are kicked into the streets and abandoned on a daily basis. Animals suffering because of human cruelty.

 

Flame was my second fuzzy baby. He never once hurt me. Only brought me happiness.

Flame was my second fuzzy baby. He never once hurt me. Only brought me happiness.

 

And to all you who have been attacked by a dog. I am sorry. I do understand the terror. But go yell at a human. I know three people who have been bitten and attacked by dogs. My mother was chased down by a dog when she was younger.

But do you know what all four instances included, for all four people?

There was animal cruelty before there was a cruel animal. In one instance, neighborhood children tormented the dog on a daily basis, went into the dog’s territory and hurt it before the dog did anything.

Stop fearing something because you do not understand it. Dogs can bring you joy and save your life when another human threatens you.

Yes, they are animals and you should not apply human standards to them. Don’t grab them around the neck, don’t get in their face when they’re eating, etc. If you’re going to love an animal, you need to do it responsibly. You wouldn’t have a child without knowing how to take care of one would you?

 

There are always bad apples.

But there are murderers. Does that mean all humans are evil and should be abandoned to a sad, lonely and miserable life?

No. It does not. If you don’t want a dog, don’t get a dog. But don’t give “they’re dangerous” as the reason. A stapler is dangerous.

 

MoJo, my first fuzzy baby. THE most tolerable creature I've ever met.

MoJo, my first fuzzy baby. THE most tolerant creature I’ve ever met.

 

Okay, rant over. 😉

What do you think about people and dogs and biting?

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