I don't usually watch TV. In fact, I kind of hate the TV. The only reason I turn it on is to play Guitar Hero or watch Tavis Smiley. But today, in my flu-like state tuned into the news and heard about a story that proved to me once more why dogs are a (wo)man's best friend.
Nubs-a stray dog found by Major Brian Dennis-made an incredible 70 mile journey in below freezing temperatures to find him. While patroling the Iraqui and Syrian border, Dennis found Nubs' ears cut off and a screwdriver in his side, and nursed him back to health. At first, "Nubs wouldn't have anything to do with him," said the Marine's mother. But as the story shows, eventually, they became unseperable.
Nubbs is now in San Diego, faithfully awaiting for Dennis to return from Iraq-alive hopeflly-living the "good life" as he puts it.
So after seeing this story, I couldn't help but wonder-why is it that harming seems much more cruel and unacceptable than harming a person? I don't wish to spoil a movie (which my friends will tell you I'm very good at), but in the movie "I Am Legend," there is lots of volence and death. People's eyes around me were big and round and glued to the screen, with no signs of tears or pity for the people that died. But in one particular scence, a dog dies. And those eyes were then filled with tears and pity for the dog that died. I mean, literally, tears streaming down their cheeks.
Likewise, people who have MySpace (which I can safely assume is about 99% of people-hopefully reading this), have probably seen a video that shows how violently and heartlessly dogs are killed for fur and for research purposes. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry and makes my skin crawl. It's almost as if they were human. And I don't think the reaction would be the same with anyone else.
As I'm staring at my dog stare at me through my laptop in my lap with her chin resting on my shin (boy, that's a mouthful), I wonder if I would've had as much patience and love for Precious as Dennis had for Nubs. And in turn, I wonder if Precious would travel 70 miles through the desert to find me if I went away. .
Yes, indeed, Dogs ARE a (wo)man's BFF.
Yeah its true people tend to be more sorry for animals than humans(which is the race we are) but i guess deep inside we love all that violence or else it would of stopped a long time ago but oh well i guess this are the times where we show our true nature, and i for one hate the way animals are treated but i guess its just human nature kicking in when we feel something is being treated unfairly.
I think its more that we as humans think we are superior to nature. When in fact we forget that we are a part of it, too, and that nature is so much bigger than us. I mean, look at Katrina and these other natural phenomena that devastates us all. And there are so many animals out there-from lions to vultures to even the ocassional dog that can rip us to shreds. Maybe its because deep inside we know this-that we're all living here together, in a somewhat state of harmony-and we do what we can to keep it that way. So when a dog-the most domesticated animal there is-gets hurt, then we get upstet or even angry like you said. Lol. Thanks again, Lilo. You were the last person I expected to read my blog, so thank you!