— Musings —12.12.2014 11:32 AM
Clearly, the Bishop of Rome hasn’t met my dog yet
St. Fido surveys his congregation.
It isn’t a hoax – the linkage is here – but it raises an interesting question, one my kids and I often debate: if animals have souls, should we be eating them?
I open this one up for comment by all and sundry. And if your cat wishes to weigh in on the holiness of dogs, by all means let him/her walk all over your keyboard.
…and vice versa…
If Conservatives have no souls, should we eat them?
An animals soul would have left its body. Why not eat them?
Here is a question: do your gut bacteria have souls?
Dog’s will be okay…I’m just worried about what age I will be assigned when I get up there.
It’s heartening to know we’ll be seeing Fluffy and Spot again, but I’d like somebody to ask him about black flies.
There is no heaven but I look forward to meeting the Flying Spaghetti Monster when I finally pop off. I want to give him/her my personal thanks for all things pasta and a legitimate reason to eat Parmesan and Romano cheese. And if I do see my cats there then that would be a bonus.
Peace be to all Pastafarians,
Ramen
I’m with you Harvey. As a devout Pastafarian, I’m looking very much forward to the beer volcanoes. Not sure about the strippers, though.
Ramen
that presupposes that souls exist
That’s a lot of dog poop to contend with.
Personally, I am eternally tortured by the screams of millions of blades of grain grass as the combine tears through their flesh each harvest season. We all have much to answer for when we meet our maker. The secret lies in the deposits made on the good side of the ledger.
Warren,
Wow. Are you sure you didn’t take Roxy to the same clinic as Joan Rivers?