...and it bubbles back like it understands. It's a tragedy when I lose a fish. I'm not talking about a burial at sea while playing taps, but I do hum while I flush. My friends get mad because I care more about animals than people at times. My theory: You put a dog on the airport loading dock and point to the cage and then the plane... If you see fur in the dust you're lucky. That dog's not an idiot. Tell a person their ass is being shoved in a cage while you're sticking them in the ass with a tranquilizer, and that the chance of survival is minus compared to the 1% chance their 'owner' has. How well would that go over? We cut down trees, flatten mountains, slap some tar for the road, and then expect the animals to just move back and cohabitate in a third of their space. Explain road-kill to them. They didn't have a choice. So, yeah... I feel for the animal. If a person makes a decision to purchase a pet, it's a living thing. It's their responsibility to take care of that thing.

I can watch any slasher movie and cheer. Kill the animal, the movie's ruined. I can't expain it. The teenie boppers are usually doing something that they shouldn't be doing. It's the writer's way of saying, "See? Bad kids. They should be punished. Five fingers with razor sharp claws outta do the trick." We nod gleefully as one by one, those bad assed teenie boppers get their just deserts. Think back to any slasher flick when there was an animal involved... When did the audience cheer louder? When goodie two shoes virgin eviscerated the boogie man or when cute little Mr Pugsley the cat jumped out at the end? There you go...