Instead of writing I read this whole book. Dogfighting, overcoming adversity, true love etc. I’m putting it on the summer reading list.
Sam the Lion is a purebred Dachshund who is subjected to a variety of tortures our culture dishes out to other species. The epigram for this book is
All animals dream. But only dogs dream of us.
Paired with Elizabeth Kolbert’s review of J. S. Foer’s new book:
One says, “I’m in the mood for a burger,” and orders it. The other says, “I’m in the mood for a burger,” but remembers that there are things more important to him than what he is in the mood for at any given moment, and orders something else. Who is the sentimentalist?
Oh dear. Vegetarianism seems imminent.
