I would like to take this opportunity to issue a command from my Computer Chair On High.
Go see Because of Winn Dixie. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll ponder, you’ll be moved, man.
*giggles* (Sorry.) In all seriousness, it was a sweet story well-told. I highly recommend it. And once you’ve seen it, picture the dog Winn Dixie as an oversized but handsome black lab and you will have met my Zeus.
While we’re on the subject of handsome dogs, there is a bullmastiff at the shelter right now. I am in awe. He appears to have walked straight out of Sherwood Forest. He is here because he bit a small child’s face, the small child required plastic surgery. Killian will most likely to be going down when we’re done with his mandatory rabies observation. It just seems like such a pitiful waste, he is such a handsome dog. I shall retire in melancholy to ponder the injustice of the world.
(The Deputy Headmistress hastens to clarify on behalf of the Equus-Chick:
The waste and injustice she deplores is not putting down a dog that has savaged a small child. She understands that this is now necessary. The deplorable waste lies in the sad fact that when it was a young and trainable puppy its owners did not take the time to properly socialize and train it. They have irresponsibly thrown away the animal’s life. This is also the injustice. The actions- or rather lack of actions- taken by the owners were unjust both to the animal itself and to the small child who was attacked. The Equus-chick feels very strongly about the proper duty a pet-owner owes both to the animal in his care and to the human beings who will meet the animal. The Equus-chick believes that in a just world she could put down the irresponsible pet-owners and remediate the pets. Fortunately for the rest of us the Equus-Chick has no world domination plans at this time. But just in case, you might want to send her a little note assuring her that _you_ take good care of your animals.)





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EquusChick, don’t worry about the Beehive pets. There are very few moments around here when you can’t hear someone talking to Big Squishy and Little Squishums, who are our cats (otherwise but not very frequently known as Shadow and Jeeves). The conversations usually go something like this– “Oh you cute little squishy! He’s such a pretty little shmoooky! Ohhhh, oooh, he’s so sweet. You little squishums. . . ” etc. etc. etc. You get the drift.
Don’t worry, Equuschick, I feel the same way about pets, and try my best to take good care of mine.