Someone just sent a message asking what’s it feel like transitioning from a regular dog to a dog with her own Facebook page… it caused me to stop and think, I’m still a regular dog; I still bark at nothing, scoot across the carpet, nibble my own butt, occasionally drink from the porcelain bowl, then liberally slather dad’s face with lukewarm dog spit.
The only thing different is this awesome responsibility I feel to not let this second chance at life pass without making the absolute best of it, not just for myself(although I do enjoy the perks), but for the other abandoned souls still out there.
The motorcycles, Miss Ellie. the blog and the book are huge fun, but all are just vehicles to help get my message to the masses, that from the guttermost to the uttermost, we ALL matter!!!
How does it happen in today’s society that a vapid starlet who just happens to have a big butt and comes from a spoiled litter of pups should command more respect than the millions going through life every day doing the little things that make a huge difference? That those feeding the hungry, helping the homeless, loving the seemingly unlovable are somehow less worthy of acknowledgement than a bunch of self absorbed “celebrities”?
The great Johnny Cash once said that dressed in black to honor the forgotten, the poor, the afflicted, the downtrodden; I would consider it a great honor to do the same.