For as long as I have had the internet and been able to access the information, I have been concerned with animal welfare and animal rescue. I think we should protect wild animals and domestic animals from exploitation, and I am in the process of becoming a vegetarian and hopefully one day a vegan. I hate puppy mills, Premarin (ask and I'm happy to tell), horse racing, fur farms, and animal abusers. I cannot change that about myself. Believe me, I have tried. My family doesn't understand why I cry at the animal shelter, or the news story about the puppy mill.
My dad especially. He has called me a "fucking nutjob". I promise, that is a direct quote, straight from his mouth. I said something tonight about how four million healthy animals are put down annually and he said, "Oh no, not stats." His lack of support and understanding for his third child really bothers the hell out of me.
However, I have decided that I am not going to let it bother me anymore. I am going to volunteer with animal rescue groups until I'm out of college, and my eventual hope is to work for the HSUS and then open a no kill shelter for all types of animals in Middle Tennessee or Montana. I know that our parents are supposed to be the voices of authority or whatever, but I am so sick of him. I am tired of being hurt by the fact that my family scoffs at me. So, I am ignoring them. If Mom, Dad and Laura want to live complacently and ignore the issues around them, that is there boring choice.
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