At least from this blog, anyway. My life has picked up some speed as of late, and I'm still trying to catch up to it. It may, very well, cross the finish line before I do. Let's hope not.
I had a dog for the majority of my childhood and teenage years. The same dog. He was killed and I was very sad. About a year later, I rescued a dog from the pound. It felt as though my other dog was with me, again. Why are animals so easily replaceable when people are not? Is it because we have developed speech? If so, does that, in itself, prove that what we say does really matter? To say that animals run completely on instinct could be because without language, that's all they have to drive them. One can imagine them happy...
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