Human Rights For Canines
I don’t know if it happening to you, too, but I am starting to notice it all right around me (this morning most recently).
You ask someone about his family and this person answers by including a pet in the family.
Now, this is something which has, in a way, always been done. Fido, or Felix, are part of the family because they live with it, in the same way as the au pair is said to be part of the family with the obvious, unspoken proviso that she actually isn’t. I am not talking about this.
What I am talking about is this kind of in-your-face “the family has three people, my wife, myself, and Fido” attitude, where it is clear that the pet is not merely a pet, but a full family member endowed with human rights.
It seems to me that this attitude is ripe among couples without children. Their dog is their child. Therefore, the dog must be promoted to the rank of human. This makes the couple forget that they actually did not want to undergo the inconvenience, expense, worry and perhaps sorrow of having a child, whilst posing as loving carers and, actually, parents in the eyes of the world.
This carries more consequences, which the “parents” will , rather likely, fully embrace.
If a dog is as much worth as a human, it will be cruel to slaughter cows, because at that point how can you humanise some animals and not others? Cue the army of vegetarians and vegans to whom Jesus must have had, at the very least, outdated views, not sufficiently reflective of the suffering he inflicted on those creatures.
In addition, if a dog is as much worth as a human, abortion becomes clearly a possibility; because you see, a baby becomes something you elect to have, or not, according to your life situation. The more sinister variation of this as also logical: let’s kill the unwanted baby and let’s get a dog from the shelter instead.
See what I am doing here? Saving a life! Yeah well, I caused another life to go. But hey, isn’t it a zero sum, of sort? Let’s kill Unwanted Baby Number Two, then. This time, we might get a poodle…
The theological implications are also vast. It being, at this point, simply inconceivable that Fido might not experience some sort of Beatific Vision (this would be, and I am not joking here, dogphobic), it follows that Christianity must be exclusionary. Therefore, the first Oriental fad that becomes fashionable in Fido’s circle of friends (see what I am doing here?) and promises a sort of Dog Nirvana where nobody is “left behind” and everything is “sacred” in the same way, will be readily adopted, particularly if it produced a most desired answer concerning not only the dog, but the aborted child, too.
There will likely be more ramifications than these ones here, because the desire to give human dignity to animals must create all sort of absurdities. Is the milk cow my slave? Is training a dog coercion? Do I have the right to live where bears using to roam freely?
You may laugh reading this; which would be consoling, because it would mean that, in your circle of friends, there are a lot of sensible people.
But I can assure you that the number of those who equiparate a dog to a human is growing steadily, and no sign of abatement.
I hope Pius XIII, if he comes up with the right ideas instead of only the right name, will be very vocal about this.
We need to recover proper Christianity before we start standing up for God.
Posted on December 16, 2021, in Traditional Catholicism. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
One of the worst examples of this is the abundance of ‘companion pets’ one has to put up with on a flight. At one flight, boarding in Chicago, there was a panicky anouncement over the loudspeaker that someone’s ‘companion pet was out of its cage again!’. It made me think it was a lizard or snake. And at boarding, two 30-something females claimed the front seats because of their ‘companions’, and before long a fight broke out about under-seat storage. The stewardess had to be very firm to stop the altercation. But in between her shouts at her nearby neighbors, the instigator would pause and stroke her pet and speak to it in ‘baby talk’, then launch back into shouts. I was only two seats behind, but very grateful I wasn’t closer.
Google “Rainbow Bridge”. It’s becoming all the thing here among pet owners. When your dog dies, he goes to the rainbow bridge. There he romps and plays with other dogs, is young and healthy, has all the food and treats he wants and is blissfully free. One day he stops and looks and then bounds forward to YOU!!! Yes, you have joined your pet on the rainbow bridge, never to be parted again. There are rainbow bridge condolence cards you can send to your bereaved friends who have lost their pets.
Oh, and you can create a “Rainbow Residency” where you design your pet’s new home for him to live in. You can provide it with toys and treats, personalized items and add music your pet loves to hear.
I agree this is a pernicious trend, and know too many people who are way kinder to animals than people. I have a childless relative who actually put her dogs in her will. We are hearing about “pet parents” in commercials, and have leashed dogs, not guide dogs, leaping at us in stores, while grinning owners assure us they wouldn’t hurt us. But this agenda to equate animals with humans, created in God’s image, is deliberate. So VERY annoying when we are told that we must allow animals to be as they are, but humanity must NOT be human. Humans should not eat meat, should not procreate, should not live anywhere but stacked in boxes in cities…where, oddly, no one is concerned that all habitat (except for rats) has been eliminated. As usual, the illogical marxists consider men simply animals, yet demand he NOT be an animal.
I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t stand most dog owners. They walk up and down my street with their dogs either on a very loose leash or no leash at all. I’ve been attacked 3 times by dogs whose owners have no control over them. Two dogs ran right through one of those invisible fences and knocked me down. Another dog owner kept crossing the street following me when I kept crossing to get away from his unleashed dog. Finally I told him to leash his dog – which is a town ordinance – and he got all huffy with me so I repaid the favor by calling the cops on him – he leashes his dog now.