The ongoing Political Musings of a former (now Stray) Yellar Dawg Dem.
This is a Feminist Blog, in the tradition of Susan B. Anthony.
"Just Tell Them...
I have worked 40 years to make the Women's Suffrage platform broad enough for Atheists and Agnostics to stand upon, and now if need be I will fight the next 40 to keep it Catholic enough to permit the straightest Orthodox religionist to speak or pray and count her beads upon."
Susan B. Anthony
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Just Because I am a Pet Rescuer, I Am Not a Bottomless Pit of Empathy
I left Nursing to get away from the bottomless pit of needs that was once my job.
I left the Church to get away from a bottomless pit of impossible demands.
I left the Democratic Party to get away from a bottomless pit of misogyny.
Now, I'll be damned if the uber needy humans have not followed me into my chosen "hobby" Pet Rescue.
What is it with me? Am I wearing a "kick me" sign on my forehead?? Listen.... I don't want to be told about all your problems, people! Lay on a couch and pay somebody to hear all that. Either you want to work in rescue or you don't.
Geesh.... us Enneagram 2's need a break once in a while, too.
In "real life" Dawg is a mom, a nurse, a pet rescuer and a tireless advocate for animal rights.
Dawg is happily married for thirty years and has raised three awesome children. She holds an advanced degree in Family Science, wherein her research was focused on women's support circles during parturition. Her dedication to Women's Rights is directly affected by her belief that motherhood should not be a sentence to isolation and disenfranchisement.
Dawg is on hiatus from political bloggery d/t the intense demands of her engagement in the No Kill movement at this time. However, she remains influenced by PUMA politics and reads the blogs of her fellow PUMAs (at right) regularly.
Thanks for the Visit, all you Stray Dogs and PUMAs!
"Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave.