Randomness about the randomness that is my life. I'm a mom. I'm an animal activist who hates PETA. I'm a teacher and a student. I'm an almost reformed fanatical poptart junkie. I'm all things musical and soft to the touch.
Every morning on my way to and from work I drive by a rather large scale kennel. The dogs live on a concrete slab with a few rotting dog houses to shelter them. I never see anybody out there, and mostly, the dogs just pace back and forth in front of the chain link. It bothers me because there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. And I always wonder, as I drive by, if any of them will be among the 3 to 4 million unwanted animals euthanized every year at shelters. I wonder how many of them will be bred over and over until the day they die. I wonder if their owners would enjoy a life sleeping on concrete.
