I said this is MY bed!
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Okay, I know that I’m just biased or cranky or cold or something, but I think we have an exceptional crowd of Know-It-All’s and Animal-Rights-Gone-Wrongers this year at the festival. I’ve been told that my dogs are too thin. I’ve been told that they were hit and abused while racing. I’ve been told that they don’t live well with cats. I’ve been told that I need to cut their toenails.
Only one of those statements is true, and Mills will tell you it isn’t the cat one! Jeany’s nails are a bit long. So to all those people who leave the “Dog House” or “Hound Barn,” as it has been nicknamed, thinking that the lady in the gray/blue/orange dress is starving her hounds and probably is in league with Satan because she is…gasp…a FAN of greyhound racing…
Yeah, can’t even come up with anything. All I can think of is how I wouldn’t go up to another adoption group for a different breed, one with whom I’ve never lived, and start quoting propaganda and scare-tactic-speech that I’ve gotten from an internet site containing 20 year old statistics. I’m also not sure about those people who need to tell me about all the umpteenthirty animals they have rescued over the years. Does it truly make you feel better or warm your heart to have “saved” an animal (which, by the way, in case you’re keeping score, does NOT make you the same as me because the only one of my animals that was “saved” was Mills, who was adopted from the shelter…) OR do you do it so people will tut-tut What A Wonderful Human Being You Are and praise you as a martyr? I was discussing this with S on the phone and I think they remind me of the Pharisees. Shouldn’t we be doing our work to make the world better and just keeping quiet about it? Actions speak louder than words, etc etc?
I know, harsh words, but seriously…it is on my mind. I don’t tell people automatically that I adopted my dogs after they retired from racing. I just say they are greyhounds. I don’t tell people that I serve as a selfless mediator between people of two cultures and languages that can’t understand each other in the interest of bringing our big world a bit closer together, either. I just say I am an interpreter.
If you’re hung up on the saving bit though…my animals are the heroes, not me. They’ve saved my life more times than I can count.
2 thoughts on “To Those Who CLEARLY Know Better Than I…”
I know! Sometimes I think animal rescuers can be worse than parents when it comes to self-righteousness and one-upsmanship.Nobody\’s ever told me I\’m starving Drew, even though he doesn\’t eat.
I think that\’s just because they aren\’t able to go on the almighty internet and have someone tell him that all little boys are starved by their evil, no good Mommies.