My great grandma and grandpa:
My grandparents first moved to the city and then my parents became artists.
It was my grandparents' generation, maybe the first, who saw dogs as fellow sentient beings. My mom's mom, who grew up on a ranch in the deepest wild western wilderness, she would tell long stories about every dog she ever met. But she was literally insane, and eventually had to be removed from her home by the police and paramedics in a rather violent encounter. (My apologies to those brave paramedics who she bit and clawed. And thank the Good Jewish and Catholic God, she was too far gone to remember where the guns were.)
My parents, and me, and my siblings, we all see dogs and other bright animals as some kind of people.
But I'm not sure that will work out well if we are ever really, truly hungry again.
Just like dogs, people are made of meat.
Which is why I must be mostly vegetarian and pacifist.
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