Note that if you’re paying someone who violates the right, you’re violating it too.

Can someone explain to me why an animal who is eaten after being killed deserves far more moral consideration than one that isn’t, for example a rat poisoned with warfarin at a grain elevator?

Or why animals who are used as subjects of biomedical experiments are a major focus of those who claim that animals have rights, while the same people simply deny the very existence of the animals who are subject to far more painful procedures to provide reagents, such as bovine serum for cell culture or antibodies for clinical HIV testing?

Both of these hypocrisies seem to represent the same logical fallacy to me.

There’s a lesson in there, somewhere.

Being pro-active as a parent, not letting even casual, unintentional abuse take place as your energetic young child develops, is an important aspect of parenting. Children taught to treat animals humanely, more often than not, will grow up to be compassionate adults.

And now I cross the line into trubble-land. (nebber did learn to behave proper)

Some of the most fearsome thoughts I have ever heard have been expressed by some who believe strongly that all living things were put on this earth by God, FOR humans to do with whatever they wish. Some of the most cruel behavior I have ever witnessed or read of, is perpetrated by people of faith who, somehow, have become convinced that it’s all here for us to use and toss, because their god said so.

Compassion means different things to different folks.

Why is an ant? Just because. She needs no other reason.

above is NOT snark.

But, her option is to be put down at the shelter. So I keep her. That ain’t gonna happen.

She used to jump the back yard walls at will, getting out into the ‘hood, ravaging peoples’ trash cans, fighting with other dogs, menacing people (she’s not vicious to humans, but you would not know that).

Then we got Jaco, and she no longer goes over the wall.

Why? She put on ~15 lbs, vying for the food. She used to be 38-39 lbs, now she’s mid-50’s. Can’t surmount the wall any longer, hahahahaha. Butterball.

Now THAT’s a dawg to reckon with. You Go Lucygrrl!

You keep raising the bar, sonny, and you’re gonna end up with the greatest escape artist in dawgdom. Could prolly, might even have-ta take that show on the road. *g*

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