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Today in My History

2000:  Peeing My Way to Los Angeles
2001:  The Laramie Project
2002:  The Ride that Sorta Wasn't
2003:  Not My Problem
2004:  The Sound of Silence
2005:  Not Even a F**king Mint for My Pillow
2006:  
A Videographer is (Almost) Born


IN MY OPINION
Les Miserables
Music Circus (feature article)
The Maxfield Inn

Books Read in 2007

Updated 7/21:
"Bill Bryson's African Diary"

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Book Trailer for "Schuyler's Monster"
Cute Dog Video
Keith Olbermann on Libby Pardon
Britain's Got Talent - Dominic
Nessun Dorma
Britain's Got Talent

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(updated 6/17/07)


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MICHAEL VICK AND THE POKY LITTLE PUPPY

22 July 2007

The puppies are getting more freedom now.  Today I decided to start them on solid food (see Video of the Day) -- the usual mess -- and watched them run around the house and the patio, enjoying the chance to explore.

I watched Tattoo especially and remembered the book we used to read the kids, "The Poky Little Puppy."

She's anything but poky, but I think it's pretty clear that the book was written about a pit bull puppy.

Last night I went to review the Bertold Brecht play, Galileo, which was presented in an open field, under the stars (appropriate). 

The theatre company is called "Barnyard Theatre," and in previous years the shows have been actually presented in the barn, so there is a barn, and there are barnyard animals who share the area with the actors and the audience.  A lovely chicken was walking around the yard, clucking at everyone.  She was big and orange and beautiful and obviously knew that she literally ruled the roost there.

During the course of the play, there was the quiet lowing of a cow in the barn, contentedly munching hay.  The kind of contented cows that are, according to the advertisements, commonplace in California.

Before I had left the puppies to go out into the field to watch Galileo, I had watched this video

It's not a pleasant video to watch because it deals with pit bull myths and what happens to pit bulls who are raised to fight.  It is, of course, a response to charges leveled against Falcons quarterback Michael Vick, who was indicted on charges of violating federal laws against competitive dogfighting, procuring and training pit bulls for fighting, and conducting the enterprise across state lines.

Emmitt Smith, whom non-football fans will remember most for winning Season 2 of Dancing with the Stars, claims that Vick was targeted because of his star status.  Well--who the hell cares?  "Targeting" a star focuses attention on the crime in a way that just picking up some nobody in a back alley somewhere never will.

Dog fighting, cock fighting and bull fighting are three blood sports that have been popular forever.  I never could understand the fun of watching a helpless animal being tortured and killed, whether by a man with a sword or another animal trained to tear it apart or peck it to death.  I can't even stand to go to a rodeo, once I learned that horses and bulls buck because they are trying to get rid of a harness strapped tightly around their bellies, not because there is a ride on their back.

I watched the puppies this afternoon.  Sopa was sitting by the back door just looking at me, quizzically.  "Here, Puppy," I chirped, holding out my hand.  He ran over to me and started to climb up my leg.  I picked him up and he nuzzled his nose into my neck, not hungrily (as he usually does), but affectionately.  I cuddled him for a minute and then put him down and he toddled off to join his siblings.  The puppies trust us completely and love us because they feel good when we take care of them, feed them, give them clean bedding.

I imagined a grown-up Sopa in the fighting rink, either tearing apart another dog, or being torn apart by another dog.  I imagined the months of cruelty which would turn this sweet little puppy into a hate-filled killing machine, and again, I didn't understand why anybody would find that sort of sport entertaining.

I listened to Senator Robert Byrd's tearful condemnation of people who engage in dog fighting.  "I am confident that the hottest places in hell are reserved for sick and brutal people who hold Godís creatures in such brutal and cruel contempt."

Byrd also said, "The training of these poor creatures to turn them into fighting machines is simply barbaric."  I agreed with him and ... then wondered when the Senate was going to return to the discussion of the soldiers in Iraq and when to bring the two-legged fighting machines home again.

The whole thing just made me feel very...sad.

PHOTO OF THE DAY

With the proper abuse and training,
this, too, could one day be a killer

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