I took most of the day to simply relax, since Chel and the half-Jew grandkids were supposed to drop by to show me their new puppy. Personally, I don't give two figs about those walking flea farms, but Chel was making a big deal about rescuing cats and dogs from animal shelters. She's so naive. As if it were the key to ending world suffering. The shelter only has a week to find the strays a home. After that, they stick them into vacuum chambers that suck the oxygen right out of their lungs and makes them flop around until they finally gasp and croak.
It's pretty cool.
Chel is still young, so she's idealistic. She feels very strongly that when it comes to animals, we should rescue them through pet adoptions in order to find them new homes. She still doesn't understand that it's way easier and more cost-efficient
This is why we must keep Roe v. Wade. It affects all forms of pregnant life: human, dogs, or cats. I mean, what difference does it make???? If you can kill it in the womb, it should be covered by Obamacare. It's like a tax cut for
Incidentally, this is how the uptown expression, "It's a bitch's right to choose," began.
Anyway, I had Bessie spread the New York Times on the floor before they brought the dog. Damn newspaper ought to be good for something.