The past couple of weeks has been interesting to me, in that a few seemingly unrelated stories highlight just how arbitrary our feelings about animals can be. The randomness of which is usually a direct result of how humans benefit from animal exploitation, and we’re often completely unaware of it. Far worse though, is celebrities talking a good game while laughing about their hypocrisy.
There’s a special breed of dog person who has their animal off-leash at all times, everywhere. We may see a bit more of it because we live right by one of the larger off-leash parks in Vancouver, but it’s all over our neighbourhood.
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.