Tough Call

[bridgewalker]

Okay, Dolls, I may be letting myself in for a flaming here, but I'd like to ask your opinions (and until I reply, they'll be screened).

I just watched "A Man Among Wolves" on National Geographic, and I was, of course, enthralled (especially with teaching the pups to howl, and with Tamasca, the big, black beta male dubbed "The Enforcer

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[ffiondove]

I wouldn't have it on my floor to be honest, at the end of the day, to me, it's something dead.

[bridgewalker]

Just to clarify:
I wear boots of elk and cowhide, and I'm sure there are few women who've never owned a leather purse. I've tanned deerhide myself for a blanket ('course, we ate the deer). And there's my jacket & gloves. I'm obviously no vegan.
We all live, in some form, off of death.
Aside from the prohibitive expense of the item (which I could never justify myself), my point is that the animal was "harvested" (even though I don't care for that word. Let's call it as it is: it was "killed", maybe after some farmer's sheep or cattle, or however. It was dispatched) anyway; in my home, it would be treated with respect.
Alot more than my boots or the leather chair in the living room.
Maybe because it's recognizable as once being living.
I don't know.

[ffiondove]

Yes I do wear leather and suede although I wouldn't wear fur and I do eat animal meat, apart from anything else, for me it would be a matter of the rug not being to my taste.

[bridgewalker]

That wasn't a stab at you, Luv, just using myself as an example of how we all draw our own personal lines, and it's up to us where/how/if they're crossed.
*hugs*

[ffiondove]

I didn't take as a stab lovely girl (((((BIG HUGS)))))

[bridgewalker]

Ah, good. Always afraid that the printed word doesn't get the emotions across.
*smewch*