Much to my joy and satisfaction, the first thing that my nine-year-old granddaughter Emilia does when she sees me is to give me a huge hug. You know, one of those hugs that go...
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As it turns out, I was not only capable of surviving the “clinic,” but the US Olympic trainer was extremely impressed by my “independence”—which means, in terms of an equestrian, the ability to use one’s hands and feet independently of one another. She was so impressed, in fact, that she came to visit my parents within days to ask that I be allowed to train, with her, for the US Olympic Equestrian Team.
I also saw my father standing at the picture window, screaming something that, God be praised, I couldn’t hear, and gesticulating wildly. He had unexplainably and unforgivably (on my view) parked behind my car in no-man’s-land. I watched the scene unfold for about 5 seconds, and then I threw my car into drive and hit the gas.
Somehow, Nutty always looks as though he will attack if not given his daily fix. He’s still cute, I suppose, in a nightmarish sort of way, and I am completely at the mercy of his appetites.
Sure, we would like to believe that those neatly wrapped packages of meat that we buy at the grocery store come from well-treated and humanely slaughtered animals. And even that the eggs we buy come from equally well-treated hens. Sadly, however, this is simply not the case. I will not detail all the abuses that regularly take place on chicken farms and in slaughterhouses here, but I will attest to the fact that most animals raised for food or eggs live in horrendous conditions and are slaughtered in ways that cause them great suffering, tremendous fear, and slow, tortuous deaths. If you do not believe me, just do the research.