Mike Vick and the Agency of Dogs

Mike Vick and the Agency of Dogs

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Personalamente, the difficulty of the Mike Vick case is isn’t as simple as my love for animals. The reason is agency, which is the capacity of individuals to act independently and to make their own free choices.

Dogs do not possess agency in the same way that humans do. A dog doesn’t get a choice of his or her master. A dog doesn’t have or even truly understand the choices it makes. It simply makes them. Often out of conditioned loyalty to its master. A fighting dog is still a pet. It still depends on its master, its owner, for every single thing in its life.

Human beings have a separate moral responsibility to the so-called lesser life forms of this world. To be good stewards of our environs. To guarantee the intrinsic dignity of animals and to ensure whenever possible that we do not inflict excessive torture on them. Read more about Mike Vick and the Agency of Dogs

8 Months Later, I Still Miss My Doggy

8 Months Later, I Still Miss My Doggy

Eight months ago, I had to put my dog to sleep. Oreo was about 12-14 years old; I had him for six of the best years of my life. Towards the end, he had kidney issues and possible heart issues as well. His legs had grown stiff and he could barely make it around the block whereas he had been able and wanting to walk for hours in his youth. He lost interest in food and dropped a lot of weight. I fear he might have suffered a stroke because he went downhill pretty fast in the last few days.

It was the right thing to do. It was also the worst thing I’ve ever done.

Despite those trying times and no longer having to pick up poop a couple times per day, I regret not one minute that I had him. I don’t regret the difficult first few months when we were adjusting to each other. I don’t regret that it took years for his personality to come out. I don’t regret the last year when I barely took a vacation outside Pittsburgh. I don’t regret the difficulties of him having more and more accidents in his last year when he hadn’t had more than one accident in the previous 3-4 years.

Oreo-contented

Dog owners (ugh I do hate using ‘owner’ but it’s the word that works) often like to joke that we prefer our dogs to people. Sometimes, that’s true. My mom used to joke that I would never find a girl as dedicated to me as Oreo. Good. I don’t want that in a human relationship. Read more about 8 Months Later, I Still Miss My Doggy