When I disagree with someone or an idea, I always like to understand the why behind the other person’s belief. I figure they must have some reason that works for them even if I cannot agree with it. It’s part of my whole compassion thing- trying to understand someone else’s point of view.
I’m pretty stuck here on this disagreement.
I have yet to find one reason behind why Sarah Palin believes it is an excellent idea to kill wolves and their pups. If she’s going to administer numerous deadly assaults on packs of wolves, I want to know why. I already know I’ll disagree with her logic, but I just want to hear the logic itself. I want to know why anyone thinks it is acceptable to kill a pack’s parents, leave orphans, and then decide that they might as well kill all the pups execution style. True story. Really happens. I actually threw up in my mouth when I read the ‘executioner’s confession. I want to know why she felt that was a necessary action.
I am searching for one reason, one way for me to comprehend how this practice continues to this day. It seems to me such a blatant disregard for life- no one eats these animals, no one needs their pelts, they aren’t being used for a thing but bragging rights. And really- how cool are you if you kill a defenseless baby wolf? Why is a beautiful creature being systematically and brutally pushed off this planet? I need to know her why- it makes me so sick.
Obviously, not a wolf. Genetically, however, a wolf’s descendant.
Really? Gas pups to death? How scary to imagine the lack of heart and soul that kind of a killer must have.
We wound our way up a trail leading to a breathtaking lake.
I made friends with trees.
And we saw the coolest old tree becoming new trees-
A lovely time had by all…
$5.00 at Pike’s Place Market. 
That’s pretty and all, but what about when you stop to look at the details…
and more color…
That’s us, playing tug. We love tug. 
We were sharing here. If we share for a long time, we get a good treat, like chicken or cheese. We are trying to share here.
Sometimes it is hard to choose which ball to play with. Even though there is one available, the best toy is really the one that she has.
You can’t see the cheese here because it was on the side. It was the last thing to be dribbled on top and that is why we sit underneath the countertop, waiting for the little dribbles to drop under our waiting snouts. Then we gobble them up right away.