I've always considered myself to be an animal lover.
I may not be one of those people who volunteer at the animal shelter or help rescue organizations (God bless y'all, by the way). And I may not have been one of those kids who brought home every sick bunny, bird and/or mutant country rat... but I'm an animal lover. No doubt about that.
I don't know about you, but I feel like I'm hearing more and more about abused and neglected animals in the news lately -- especially in the DFW area. There have been so many reports of dogs being seriously hurt at the hands of *excuse my French* heartless, worthless douchebags that it makes my heart hurt to hear about it anymore. I honestly have to turn the radio/TV off and start thinking happy thoughts. It makes me so incredibly sad... and I feel helpless.
And then there are the shelters. I've heard more about overcrowding in the past week than I think I've heard in the past year. It's troubling. Very, very troubling. If I could, I'd snatch up 25 furry little ones and live in one gigantic, super smelly but oh-so-happy puppy zoo. There are worse things in the world, right?
But I can't do that. And I can't stop the *excuse my French* heartless, worthless douchebags from hurting innocent animals. As much as I want to and wish I could... I can't.
But I can love on our crazy little hipster puppy. I can love on him like crazy and make him know that he's so ridiculously loved and we are so very lucky to have him in our lives. I wonder what his life was like before we adopted him. And sometimes my mind goes to some sad, dark places... so I have to actively choose not think about his days before us. Because I'll never know. And maybe it's better that I don't.
On a much lighter note, I asked The Captain to give me his best GQ look for these pics. And then he spralled out and started showing some leg. I may have rolled my eyes... but let's face it. I know photography gold when I see it.
... and I wish I were 25% as photogenic as he is. Gah.