Despite my back pain, I'm still luckier than most people in the world, and so are my dogs
Last night before going to bed, I read an article in the latest Smithsonian magazine about the current terrorist actions in Uganda. It seems that the terrorists target children, of all things. It's so common for children to be kidnapped that many children walk miles from their homes every night to stay in squalid refugee camps. The conditions are terrible, but at least they don't have to worry about being kidnapped. The boys are forced to fight, the girls are raped. One boy in the article spent several years in with the terrorists. He says one night, they were forced to march somewhere, and two five year old boys complained that they were too tired to walk. One of the terrorist soldiers gave a machete to a 12 year old, and told him to kill the boys with it, or he'd be killed himself.
Horrible. Just so tragic. And here I was, lying in a warm, safe bed. My dog, lying beside me, is a purebred, AKC registered pug, born in the United States. At birth, my dog had more of a prospect for a happy, healthy life than a great many humans in this world. Doesn't seem right, does it?
Horrible. Just so tragic. And here I was, lying in a warm, safe bed. My dog, lying beside me, is a purebred, AKC registered pug, born in the United States. At birth, my dog had more of a prospect for a happy, healthy life than a great many humans in this world. Doesn't seem right, does it?