
thoughts?
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat, or a prostitute. -Rebecca West +++ Any woman whose I.Q. hovers above her body temperature must be a feminist. -Rita Mae Brown
Dog was confused. He was lost and scared. He knew that man loved him, man needed him. So why did man bring him into the middle of the woods. Why did man put on his funny hat and start the oily smelling car and put dog in the back seat and drive to a strange smelling place and take dog into the woods. Why did man undo dog’s leash? Why was man telling dog to run, to go? Why did man look so scared, so uncomfortable? Dog could smell man’s fear. Man looked at dog. He felt bad for what he was doing, but he knew he had to do it. Man knew that dog wouldn’t understand, that dog would fight man’s decision. Man knew that dog would be okay on his own. Man knew that he had trained dog well, but dog was self reliant, dog was stronger. Maybe dog was even stronger than man. Man was still uneasy. Man was filled with an emotion not unlike guilt. But it wasn’t guilt, man was incapable of guilt, guilt was for the weak, for dog. Man thought of all the good times he had with dog, how dog had been loyal and good. But man was logical, man looked toward the future. Man knew that dog would only be good for so long, so man decided to let dog go before it came to that. Dog looked at man with his big eyes, dog looked sad. Man was worried by this, but not for long. Man knew dog wasn’t capable of sadness. Dog wasn’t as advanced as man, wasn’t as complex. Man put on his gloves. Man lit a cigarette. Man walked away, to his oil smelling car.