a hamster and a floating opium cave make a perfect psycho therapy petting zoo . . .
that’s roughly how i felt when i picked up our newest family member earlier this year.
while the dude that got our first dog – unexpectedly – pregnant a number of years ago, he also knocked up another one involved with some weird vet couple, that offered the owner free doggy care and pills which never happened in the end.
the same four legged Casanova struck again (where hamster came from) about 8 months ago right on a beach of the notorious ‘Pirates Coves’ off the shore of Salt Spring Island.
i never wanted a baby dog and always planned to adopt a ‘rescue’, but ended up with a puppy in Dresden traveled with it to Canada and stayed.
kept one, gave the rest to friends and family and still keep in touch with almost all of them.
a litter every year for three years with thousands of abandoned pets in shelter on death row hoping for the mercy of a new home, which gets me thinking about how many homes are there to host all the lost dogs we keep making.
i mean it’s not like dogs make a conscious decision based on factors and reasoning over the sense of having a family with 35 to feed.
people get these ideas to breed there dogs to preserve ‘wild spirits’ or / and the ‘sexual sensation’ that every pet should experience and enjoy.
i’ve heard so much garbage pour out of peoples faces over the last year it left a huge impression on me.
the impression taught me mostly how ignorant and selfish – even some friends of mine and sometimes myself – are when it comes to their companions. in the end it’s too often about people and their problems and the inability to resolve them but rather treat them with something cute to cuddle – as if no one had already invented stuffed toys.