If any of you have read my personal blog, you already know I’m an animal lover. I enjoy reading stories about animals and their behavior. I am an avid contributor and reader of anything “Humane Society of the United States” and cannot pass up a stray dog in any city without picking it up and trying to find its owner. All the jokes and cartoons you see about animals and humans, in my opinion, a majority of them are true.
I’ve never been let down by one of my dogs. Annabella and Jack are always excited to see me when I come home. They go “maniac” when I open the front door. They jump all over the place, wag their tales so hard they knock over glasses and magazines. They lick my face and Jack is so jealous of me, he will not allow me to give any attention to his mother, Annabella, so he barks like a freakazoid until I pay 100% attention to him.
Enough said. I wish my family and friends thought I was so cool.
When I saw an article in StumbleUpon (my newest find and muse for my blogs!) I felt compelled to share it with you. I will never forget the time I was eight months pregnant and sitting in my car at a stop light in the small city of Alameda where I live. In the middle of the intersection was a blind man. He had a white cane and was tap-tapping in the middle of the intersection, trying to find his way from one side to the other. No one, not ONE individual, got out of their car to help him. I was about three cars back from the stop light, so I got out of my car, and ran to help him. I asked him if he wanted me to guide him to the other side and he was very grateful for that. But the insensitivity of humans sometimes (not all the time. I’m not a pessimist.) can be appalling.
Lily is a Great Dane that has been blind since a bizarre medical condition required she have both eyes removed. For the last 5 years, Maddison, another Great Dane, has been her sight. The two are, of course, inseparable.
Why can’t we be more like animals?