Winnipeg Sun columnist, Lydia Lovric
, recently found herself on the receiving end of her readers' wrath. The letters and emails poured in after Lovric wrote a column regarding pet owners in New Orleans "insist[ing] that rescuers take their pet or pets, knowing that there were literally thousands of people still waiting to be saved."
Based on news reports from the disaster area and reports from the animal rescue agencies themselves, it would appear that, in most cases, people were evacuated without their pets or else chose to stay behind with their pets. In that case, Lovric's question "should the guy down the street really wait another day on his rooftop, without food or water, because Fluffy took his spot?" is neither here nor there because that simply was not the case. However, that is not the point of this post.
In Lovric's most recent article, she states, "Sadly, there seems to be a significant segment of the population that would willingly trade the life of a neighbour if it would spare the life of a pet." My response to that is, "Heck yeah!!!!!!". ¹
This woman has clearly not met my neighbours.
Would I choose to rescue my six pets over the free range children that run wildly throughout my neighbourhood, use my newly sodded front yard as a roller blading rink, and let their dog deuce on my grass?
You bet I would.
Would I choose my critters over the neighbours who think that the road in front of my house is free parking for their two vehicles while their double garage, driveway, and the road in front of their house sits empty.
You know I would!
Would I choose my pets over the neighbours whose broken mailbox falls on me everytime I mow the grass? Whose dog runs across the street and into my garage everytime the garage door opens? Whose kids run across the street and into my house everytime the front door opens?
If the rescue helicopter picked up my neighbours and then came over to my rooftop to rescue me, would I choose to tough it out at the homestead so as not to have to endure the same helicopter ride as them?
In a heartbeat.²
I guess it is all a matter of perspective, or maybe just a matter of who moved into the house next door.³
I don't need to be rescued with
my neighbours, I need to be rescued from
them.¹ The multiple exclamation marks denote the sincerity of the statement.² All of my neighbour problems are at the hands of one family.³ I totally blame my neighbours for this post making me look like a callous ass.** Why does Blogger discriminate against Canuck spellings? 'Nuks are people too!