You know, i used to think so too. I used to think that anything with those broad shoulders and massive head had to be labeled as dangerous.
But i was wrong.
I used to think a lot of things. I used to think that the police force was as much as we could ask for. That the lines at the post office were just as the lines at the DMV. I used to think that there was a place for everything and everything had a place yada-yada-yada...
And then one day, i turned on the T.V and i saw a calm, submissive, happy, pittbull terrier named Daddy. I learned as i watched the show, The Dog Whisperer, that i was wrong. That this dog was an amazing dog and that everything i had ever known was upside down and backwards. I began to read everything that i could get my hands on about Cesar Millan and i knew that i was on a path that i had never traveled.
The path of nature.
No, i don't hug trees, though i have a deep respect for ecologists. And i do not value an animals life over my own, but there is a spot in my heart for this late dog. He has taught me that to act against nature is to do a disservice to everything that you are... and that Occam's Razor applies to us all, animal or human.
Daddy made me open my mind and explore new alternatives to everything in life, including politics and government. And true, it was my history teacher that changed my life in a way that i will never forget, but i doubt he'll ever know that it was a rednosed pittbull that built the base for it all.
So i go off the beaten path tonight with my post. It's not politics or government or even a conspiracy. It's not a speach about empire or it's faults. It's just a tribute to from one creature to another. A small light in this dark world that signifies that not everything is what it seems...
Tonight, and honestly every night, i toast you, Daddy. For showing me, not that i was right, but that i was wrong.
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