Virtues and Vices
It’s funny how moralistic we are, isn’t it? We’re always putting ourselves in the good or bad category.
I hear this about food a lot. “I was so bad this weekend – I had margaritas and nachos at that Mexican place!” “I was so good, I just had the salad with dressing on the side.”
How about considering that you’re not good or bad based on what you eat. You may be making choices that will lead you to a more or less healthy life, but is that a question of morality?
People even make their dogs a moral statement. “She’s a rescue!” we say, proving that we aren’t so callous as to get a dog from a breeder when dogs in need languish in shelters.
It’s funny that no one would ever dare to call their adopted child a “rescue,” but it is ok for dogs.
I was thinking about Goldie and how I had saved her from pretty much certain death after so long in the county shelter. I should give myself a big moral pat on the back.
But no, that’s not it. Getting a dog is about the most common and most profound thing on earth, which is love.
It’s one of the best and craziest things humans do, I think. Take some shaggy, messy animal into our homes to eat our food and lay around all day. We can have no expectation that they’ll do much for us, unless we want to spend days training them to fetch our slippers – and even then, it’s really easier to get your own slippers, trust me.
So here it is in a nutshell: we just loved each other. Isn’t that enough?
With sympathy for Senator Elizabeth Warren, who lost her golden retriever, Otis, today. Extra treats for everyone, as Kizz would say.