Why I Prefer Dogs Open Thread

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  1. Roy Horn will tell you. “Zee cats are beautiful zen de could never never hurt zou. Zay our family zembers und ve do everything vith dem.”

    Los Vegas. The Mirage.

    Our short hair, Sarah, could not muster the energy to carry me off the sofa. Her fangs are just too small. However she does have a look about her when her plate is kibble free.

    \ /
    ¥

    Scary.

  2. The dog hands down – unconditional love – even though I need to walk him when it’s ten degrees and 25 mph winds. With a cat (we’ve had two) it’s always on its terms. Two redeeming social values of a cat: easy to keep and it may keep down the rodent population.

  3. Much prefer cats.

    They give you feedback– “hey, you’re alright” up through “DIE DIE DIE”– while dogs are more like an on/off switch. You’re either God, or lunch.

  4. My oldest’s accelerated (AP track) English class has been assignedThis piece of teenage melodrama:

    At first, Jude and her twin brother Noah, are inseparable. Noah draws constantly and is falling in love with the charismatic boy next door, while daredevil Jude wears red-red lipstick, cliff-dives, and does all the talking for both of them. Years later, they are barely speaking. Something has happened to change the twins in different yet equally devastating ways . . . but then Jude meets an intriguing, irresistible boy and a mysterious new mentor. The early years are Noah’s to tell; the later years are Jude’s. But they each have only half the story, and if they can only find their way back to one another, they’ll have a chance to remake their world.

    Lucky us.

  5. If anybody’s encountered that book, or another like it, and has any advice on how I can help my kid “process” this book, and successfully navigate the classroom discussion, unit test, etc. without selling out to The World, kindly share.

    Also, God made me allergic to cats so I wouldn’t be tempted to dip them in kerosene and then strike a match.

  6. There are times I’m tempted to join you in homeschooling. But I suppose somebody has to be a missionary to the pagans.

  7. On the bright side, we’re also doing Confirmation this winter, so it’s an excuse to talk about our Catholic understanding of the human person, natural law, virtue ethics, etc. And it’s given me an excuse to reread Edward Sri’s Who am I to Judge?, which I bought for just such an occasion.

  8. “…has any advice on how I can help my kid “process” this book, and successfully navigate the classroom discussion,…”

    I haven’t read the book, however I do have advice for our missionary.

    Go full Saint Boniface on the instructor.
    Take your axe to the culture’s sacred homosexual oak tree. Chop that tree down ES.

    Then…
    Follow Foxfier’s lead.
    Homeschool.

    Many families share in the task or financially help the parents that teach the children. Great antidote to the sickness of political correctness and it’s perverse effects.

    [Boys wearing lipstick and having feelings for each other? Time to act. Time to leave the cat alone and dip that book in kerosene and then strike the match.]

    🐈

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