NYT Opinion Piece Jan. 27, 2019

The Blessing of a Rescue Dog

Fugg, faggots - normally I’d breeze by this article having read it and absorbed the tender feelingz of muh dogz. I’m a bit spooped out about the timing of this opinion piece, and all of the dying dog stuff twatted out by Comey, ugly gray hag buttface Brazil, and well ugly bitchhag Maggie. Check it out, with some spoopy quotes:

Despite her manifold fears, this damaged little dog is preternaturally gentle — “grandmotherly,” according to her page on the rescue organization’s website. She tries to understand what we want from her, and she noses our hands, apologetic, when she can’t understand. We named her Millie, for our late neighbor who lived a life of quiet kindness.

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But months pass, and the difficulties persist. I have adopted adult dogs before, and I know there’s always a period of adjustment, a time when infinite patience and constant reassurance are required, but I have never seen anything like this silent little dog with Groucho Marx’s wild eyebrows, this scruffy, world-weary animal who so often bears a look of desolation.

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For Millie is not the only one who is sad and worried and afraid. Last summer, five weeks apart, I lost two beloved dogs — the aging hound-shepherd-retriever mix who helped us raise our children and the aging dachshund who was my mother’s greatest comfort in her own last years. They were old, beset by infirmities, but when they died I was undone by grief.

Late midlife is invariably a time of loss. If you’re very lucky, the losses are utterly ordinary, completely predictable — parents who die of old age, children who grow up and move on, dogs who live a long time and then can’t live any longer. But being ordinary doesn’t make loss less painful.

And life in this political climate is its own trauma, too. The earth itself convulses with melting sea ice, raging fires and cataclysmic hurricanes, and our fellow citizens respond by putting our government into the hands of people who don’t care. Suddenly, the world seems to be entirely populated by refugees, and many of our fellow citizens respond by shouting, “Build that wall!” How do we stand it, all this mortality? All this sorrow and suffering, all this dangerous anger?

So is this NYT piece trying to say something besides dogstuff?? (and the usual muh global warming muh wall bullshit)? Autists?

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/27/opinion/rescue-dogs.html