Sitting on my bed on a chilly morning, cup of tea beside me, Sasha doberman cross on my feet, Draco terrier cross under the duvet curled up on my legs, Charlie kitten sharing my lap with the pc. Joy. When I was growing up dogs were not allowed in our beds. Whiskey fox terrier knew the rule, but between us we had a pact. When he heard mum and dad come down the passage to my bedroom he would hide under the bed, and return once they had wished me good night. Little black and white protector - on one day barking madly at me while I stood on the pavement and he faced me from the road, viscious barking madly at me - till we worked out he was asking me not to step off the curb onto a puff adder that was lazing in the sun on the concrete. He will be waiting for me at the end of my time, on the other side of the light... Even though the nuns said that dogs don't go to heaven - yeah right!
Sometimes I spend time with people who see others in a different way to me. I am left feeling insecure in my intuition. Some believe that human beings are inherently bad. I prefer to see them as inherently good. With regard to people in relationship with animals, any poor relations, I see as misunderstandings or confused belief systems. I need to be able to trust my take on people. Because if I don't, there is no hope. If we don't inherently care, if we don't have that foundation to which we can return once we put our ego and greed aside, then there is no hope.
People governed by their egos do three things when faced by challenges - 1. Keep doing the sam and expect a different result. 2. Dig in their heels and force the issue. 3. Give up and walk away with an excuse.
All points refuse to acknowledge a problem which can be solved because it is a problem of our own making.
So, when I look around and see litter, pollution, unethical care of humans and animals, corrupti...
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