2010-05-28 / On Second Thought

It’s not a criticism; It’s an observation

If only pet lovers ruled the world
By Mike Cox

We took Newt to get her rabies shot last Saturday. Anything involving Newt is an ordeal. She hates getting in the car. She’s afraid she won’t be coming back. Maybe because of the ill–fated episode where we tried to give her away to an irresponsible couple, and she ended up dirty with tire treads across her back stranded at the pound. Or maybe because she spent some terrifying times alone before we got her.

Either way, she gives me that really pitiful look every time she is led to the car alone. I know she isn’t going to be mistreated, but she doesn’t, and there is no way I can communicate that to her. So I feel bad when I look into her sad eyes.

Newt must feel like she is going to a place where the other dogs are mean, no one will share their Cheez–its, and she has to sleep outside tied to a tree.

She is vaccinated at one of those Pet Med places where you can get the combo shot good for a year without paying for the vet’s building and being sold all the extra stuff they try to shame you into buying. Some vets are worse than the dentist.

Licensed people arrive in a van on time and start two lines. One takes information and money while the other one administers shots. It’s a smooth operation, probably a lot like buying meth at a Wal Mart parking lot except the customers in this group have better teeth.

As I watched the crowd I noticed something interesting. Everyone was content with their place in line. People chatted amiably and waited patiently for their time to be serviced.

No one attempted to sneak ahead a few spots or tailgated the person in front of them. Nobody waved their hands in frustration because progress was too slow or weaved from place to place trying to get a faster pace or better spot.

It was the very definition of communal cooperation. Everyone was treated exactly the same. Your place in line was determined by when you arrived, and you got a shot for your dog when you paid for it. No special favors, no special cases, no exceptions. And nobody was griping.

I also noticed how relaxed everyone was. People were smiling and chatting about their pets. There were no hard core religious zealots trying to change anyone’s opinion. There were no Muslims who were probably terrorists. I didn’t see any Washington based, Pelosi liberals, or any Neocons. All the welfare queens, illegal aliens, elitist professors, and activist judges were elsewhere. No one was there but pet owners. A uniform tribe of people with the same beliefs.

We have become a divided country. The pundits, politicians, and pirates like it that way and profit from the controversy. The rest of us lose a little of our souls the longer we allow this to continue.

I know it is naïve and too simple, but what if we could start talking about the things we have in common like our pets rather than focusing on the things that make us different. At least we’d live in a better place.

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