For instance, my mom has a dog named Maya. I don't know what she would do if something happened to her dog. Shortly after the storm, my parents moved into an apartment in Dallas, Texas while their new home was being constructed. One day, Maya ran off when she was outside relieving herself. My mom and step-dad searched high and low for Maya but she seemed to have disappeared. After a few weeks, it was time for my parents to move. My mother was totally devastated by the idea of having to leave without ever having found Maya. The morning of their last day at the apartment, my mom heard a scratching noise at the door. It was Maya!
Now, I know it may seem a bit irrational, but my mom really believes that Maya could sense that they were about to leave and that she simply had to return home so that she could make the move with them. In my family, we are really sentimental about our pets. I even remember the names of all the fish I had growing up.
My mom goes to (and takes Maya to) all the dog shows and she's even had the dog professionally photographed. I think that Maya goes to the groomer more than my mom goes to the hair salon! If my mom could, she'd have sentenced Michael Vick to life in prison. She's really a dog lover!
Today, Muffin (my cousin and newest roommate), said to me,
I don't understand why Michael Vick had to go to jail for what he did when white people can devote a whole season to killing animals just for the hell of it. I mean, what the hell is recreational hunting? It's killing animals just for the fun of it, isn't it? It's no different.Her comments remind me of Daisy's post when the Vick case first emerged.