I’ve been rereading Mary Oliver poems. When I found this line, I squealed:
A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them…
–Mary Oliver, “Her Grave”
In one line, she pretty much sums up what this blog represents. Animals aren’t own-able because they aren’t possessions. They are as wild as the rain and trees. They are also sentient creatures with complex emotional capabilities. And they should be treated as such. Simple, right? I wish. Speaking of Mary Oliver, have y’all ever read Dog Songs? If not, treat yourself. It’s worth it. I promise.