Giving a Vatican award to the Iranian ambassador especially at this moment is an act of absolute stupidity. period,full stop. And the explanation given is pitiful.
Fortunately, I am allergic to both cats and dogs, and so I have a legitimate excuse to share with my Millennial peers as to why I don’t have a pet. The ostracism of non-pet owners in Millennial circles is pretty ridiculous. I don’t understand my generation’s obsession with pets. Any theories on why that is? I even see it in some orthodox Catholic circles.
I'm a millenial and I wouldn't say I "hate" pets, but I tend to think of animals as functional. Definitely worth treating with respect and appropriate care, but I only want to take on the responsibility of an animal if it's going to do a job for me. I also tend to think that environments many people want to put pets in are not fair to the animal. We tend to anthropomorphize them to everyone's detriment.
Anyway, I blame the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercials and rampant antinatalist propaganda in children's television in the 80s and 90s. Captain Planet was particularly egregious. Adopting a shelter animal? Most virtuous thing you could ever do. Having a kid? Horrifically selfish. It really was pervasive and I think most of us forgot about it.
I'm also a Millennial, and I think it has to do with so many people of our generation embracing a "child-free" lifestyle but then find themselves actually wanting something around that they can shower with love and attention, who might be inconvenient at times, but will almost certainly not require the kind of self-sacrifice that parenting does. And then there are some Millennials who think of having a pet as kind of training for parenthood; my sister-in-law, who converted to Catholicism as an adult and was never around kids or babies much as a kid, told me she thought everyone should have a dog before having a baby -- it's good practice.
Just get the damn dog. You'll wonder why you waited so long.
And don't spoil it by being a sap; dogs need leadership.
(Think of me as that terrifying old aunt you only saw once a year who was financially independent, had a large house full of battered old furniture, and shot things before breakfast.)
I was thinking more along the lines of repeat characters from the digital Pillar pages. Imagine Ed with a dog named Cardinal Becciu--or Angelo, if the red hat title is too formal for a dog.
We never got a dog or cat or anything, because we had enough small mammals to worry about.
I am fascinated by the analysis given of the SSPX situation. If this is indeed Pope Leo's plan, he could underscore it by issuing some document that somehow loosens up on TC, and issuing it just a few days before the SSPX thing goes down.
I hope this is the case but to see the online chatter, many trads see what's happening as tolerating the Germans while excommunicating those truly faithful to Catholic teaching
I find the idea of defined parish boundaries very interesting and virtually forgotten nowadays. I guess it makes sense with the availability of cars and the additional obligations most people have on Sundays, not to mention the fact that churches vary wildly as far as worship styles go, but perhaps there is something to be said for the idea that all the Catholics in a certain area should worship at the same place. But I'd guess that 99% of Catholics aren't even aware of the concept of parish borders--I wouldn't be, except for one book I read years ago and something I saw on one parish website once.
I would suggest that instead of buying a full breed puppy you go to the local Humane Society and look for the dog that wags its tail at you without going into hysterics at the possible chance to be rescued. That's how I got a really good dog, although not the best one I ever had. He was 5 months old and 55 pounds, ending at 95 pounds. You still have to pay and are required to have it neutered if it isn't already, but you are saving a life. Plus if you get one a little older they aren't chewing through everything.
Konrad Lorenz, in _Man Meets Dog_, says (I think) that it's important to choose a dog for intelligence rather than looks. Are dogs bred for brains or beauty?
I recently adopted a 4 yr old beagle from a local dog rescue organization. With the exception of a few territorial marking of his new home at the start, there have been no accidents or puppy chewing, and he is a very lovable dog. The rescue took care of the neutering, and a vet exam. I was open to any medium dog, but I have a beagle and was happy to find another. There are often Labs and Lab mix available from rescue and they are great family dogs if you want something larger. They have every age bracket too and work on training. The rescue I used has foster families that work on training while waiting for a permanent home.
I believe in mutt supremacy. When you do get a dog, go to a shelter and get some cute mutt for free except for the cost of processing fees instead of paying thousands of dollars for a "purebred" which is really just an inbred that comes with all the health issues of inbreeding. You'll be giving a dog a home and it will live longer and be healthier than if you go to a breeder.
We always had dogs, and most of them mutts who found their way to our home. We had only one purebred, a black Lab named Pokey. She was a good, good girl. I was 17 when she and our too-smart-for-his-own-good mutt, Chipper, got out of the yard one night. He came home a day or two later. She never did. Whether it was coyotes, a rancher tired of loose dogs harassing livestock, or one of her epileptic seizures, I will never know. I was heartbroken (been 40 years ago now, and it made me teary to share this). I know what the Church (or at least some within the Church) think about animals in heaven, but I hope when I journey home, I will be greeted by Our Lord, Our Lady, and a much beloved black Lab furiously wagging her bionic tail and running in her characteristic “I’m so happy” great figure eights.
Giving a Vatican award to the Iranian ambassador especially at this moment is an act of absolute stupidity. period,full stop. And the explanation given is pitiful.
Fortunately, I am allergic to both cats and dogs, and so I have a legitimate excuse to share with my Millennial peers as to why I don’t have a pet. The ostracism of non-pet owners in Millennial circles is pretty ridiculous. I don’t understand my generation’s obsession with pets. Any theories on why that is? I even see it in some orthodox Catholic circles.
I'm a millenial and I wouldn't say I "hate" pets, but I tend to think of animals as functional. Definitely worth treating with respect and appropriate care, but I only want to take on the responsibility of an animal if it's going to do a job for me. I also tend to think that environments many people want to put pets in are not fair to the animal. We tend to anthropomorphize them to everyone's detriment.
Anyway, I blame the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercials and rampant antinatalist propaganda in children's television in the 80s and 90s. Captain Planet was particularly egregious. Adopting a shelter animal? Most virtuous thing you could ever do. Having a kid? Horrifically selfish. It really was pervasive and I think most of us forgot about it.
I'm also a Millennial, and I think it has to do with so many people of our generation embracing a "child-free" lifestyle but then find themselves actually wanting something around that they can shower with love and attention, who might be inconvenient at times, but will almost certainly not require the kind of self-sacrifice that parenting does. And then there are some Millennials who think of having a pet as kind of training for parenthood; my sister-in-law, who converted to Catholicism as an adult and was never around kids or babies much as a kid, told me she thought everyone should have a dog before having a baby -- it's good practice.
Thank you for teaching us the delightfully English idiom "shot my fox". I'm definitely using that one from now on... with all due respect to foxes
Foxes are rodents and vermin and deserve no respect.
Just get the damn dog. You'll wonder why you waited so long.
And don't spoil it by being a sap; dogs need leadership.
(Think of me as that terrifying old aunt you only saw once a year who was financially independent, had a large house full of battered old furniture, and shot things before breakfast.)
I bet the Pillar's comment section could come up with some excellent suggestions for dog names.
If I'm thinking dog names for an English family, Rufus (Winston Churchill's dog) comes to mind.
I was thinking more along the lines of repeat characters from the digital Pillar pages. Imagine Ed with a dog named Cardinal Becciu--or Angelo, if the red hat title is too formal for a dog.
Is "Pillar Reader, but in a Good Way" too long a name?
"Now who's a good reader? Are you a good reader? You're a good reader!"
Obviously Anathema. Just be sure to tell the dog to sit often.
We're done here, folks. Ed., start getting the various accessories embroidered.
We never got a dog or cat or anything, because we had enough small mammals to worry about.
I am fascinated by the analysis given of the SSPX situation. If this is indeed Pope Leo's plan, he could underscore it by issuing some document that somehow loosens up on TC, and issuing it just a few days before the SSPX thing goes down.
I hope this is the case but to see the online chatter, many trads see what's happening as tolerating the Germans while excommunicating those truly faithful to Catholic teaching
I find the idea of defined parish boundaries very interesting and virtually forgotten nowadays. I guess it makes sense with the availability of cars and the additional obligations most people have on Sundays, not to mention the fact that churches vary wildly as far as worship styles go, but perhaps there is something to be said for the idea that all the Catholics in a certain area should worship at the same place. But I'd guess that 99% of Catholics aren't even aware of the concept of parish borders--I wouldn't be, except for one book I read years ago and something I saw on one parish website once.
Seems like an Old English Sheepdog is the exact dog you need. We had a couple of them when I was growing up. They are awesome.
I would suggest that instead of buying a full breed puppy you go to the local Humane Society and look for the dog that wags its tail at you without going into hysterics at the possible chance to be rescued. That's how I got a really good dog, although not the best one I ever had. He was 5 months old and 55 pounds, ending at 95 pounds. You still have to pay and are required to have it neutered if it isn't already, but you are saving a life. Plus if you get one a little older they aren't chewing through everything.
Konrad Lorenz, in _Man Meets Dog_, says (I think) that it's important to choose a dog for intelligence rather than looks. Are dogs bred for brains or beauty?
I recently adopted a 4 yr old beagle from a local dog rescue organization. With the exception of a few territorial marking of his new home at the start, there have been no accidents or puppy chewing, and he is a very lovable dog. The rescue took care of the neutering, and a vet exam. I was open to any medium dog, but I have a beagle and was happy to find another. There are often Labs and Lab mix available from rescue and they are great family dogs if you want something larger. They have every age bracket too and work on training. The rescue I used has foster families that work on training while waiting for a permanent home.
What other media outlet muses about schism and dogs in the same post?
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I believe in mutt supremacy. When you do get a dog, go to a shelter and get some cute mutt for free except for the cost of processing fees instead of paying thousands of dollars for a "purebred" which is really just an inbred that comes with all the health issues of inbreeding. You'll be giving a dog a home and it will live longer and be healthier than if you go to a breeder.
We always had dogs, and most of them mutts who found their way to our home. We had only one purebred, a black Lab named Pokey. She was a good, good girl. I was 17 when she and our too-smart-for-his-own-good mutt, Chipper, got out of the yard one night. He came home a day or two later. She never did. Whether it was coyotes, a rancher tired of loose dogs harassing livestock, or one of her epileptic seizures, I will never know. I was heartbroken (been 40 years ago now, and it made me teary to share this). I know what the Church (or at least some within the Church) think about animals in heaven, but I hope when I journey home, I will be greeted by Our Lord, Our Lady, and a much beloved black Lab furiously wagging her bionic tail and running in her characteristic “I’m so happy” great figure eights.