Part melancholy, part aspirational, the things I could do without, the things I like the way they are and the things I’d like to see more of …
Is the SPCA’s insistence on serving meat at their events about animal welfare or really just to broaden appeal and improve fundraising? Does their distinction between animal welfare and rights allows them to pick and choose the level of protection and type of animal to which its afforded? Even if you eat meat, please just consider this post in light of what the SPCA is supposed to be.
I’ve been grappling with something for ten months, when we had to put Darby down. I had intended to write a retrospective post about her life, and started to do so a few times, but I could never find a way to cover eleven years properly. I’ve finally come to the conclusion that, where a dog is concerned, pictures speak much louder than words.
On most any count that matters, it was a great day. The ugly was pretty much all me and my legs. I can’t really complain because the weather was great, the course was beautiful, the on-course volunteers killed it, and I had no mechanicals or bike-related issues. I was probably a good 40 minutes slower than I’d hoped, but pretty much anything can happen during 264km on a bike with lots of climbing.