Wednesday, March 19, 2003 Reminding you to help control the pet population
Pet spaying was the closest thing we had to a religion when I was growing up. I was taught to scorn infidels who let their animals breed as the mormons scorn reasonability. People who purchased purebred animals were our household version of blue-eyed devils, with the blackest depths of hell being reserved for those who purchased cats and dogs from pet stores. All our animals were from the pound, or stolen from the neighbors who we felt were less deserving.
My mom once had to get massive quantities of anti-tetanus serum pumped into her hand, because it had swelled to the size of a catchers mitt due to a cat bite. She had been on a guerilla spaying and neutering round up, and one of the neuters-to-be really attacked her hand. These direct action campaigns were nothing new to her, as it was her habit to build doghouses and things for the neighbors while they were away on vacation or at work. when they got home, there would be an assymetric structure of particleboard and plexi glass waitiing for them in the yard.
Still, the great spaying rodeo was really the most dramatic. Getting someone to perform surgey on the neighbors pets without ever telling them really sweeps all the categories of being a wackadoo neighbor lady. Still, I'm really proud of her. Bob Barker would be, too.
I'll probably start volunteering in a pound of some sort pretty soon, because the District of Columbia has a real bug up its ass about me and the mate's first date, and wants me to do community service.
I'm dreading it, because it's spring, and that means there will be a surfeit of puupies nd kittens that will either go unadopted or will come right back to the pound once their cuteness quotient drops. Letting your animals breed is not early as stigmatized as it should be.
posted by Frenz | 3/19/2003 01:50:00 PM
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