Categories Uncategorized Restoring Your Faith in Humanity, Or the Portion of It Populated By Dogs Post author By John Scalzi Post date October 26, 2008 46 Comments on Restoring Your Faith in Humanity, Or the Portion of It Populated By Dogs Hero dog risks life to save kittens from fire. And what have you done today to justify your existence on the planet? Hmmmm? Share: By John Scalzi I enjoy pie. View Archive → ← Crossing Some Ineffable (But Wrong) Line → Get Ready For the Monkey Dance! 46 replies on “Restoring Your Faith in Humanity, Or the Portion of It Populated By Dogs” Nothing at all. Nothing yet, but it’s still early. I have one question, Where were these kitten’s parents? That is all… I fixed a whoopee cushion for a five year old. Perhaps not in the same class, but I think that gives me a reason to exist for the rest of the day. It doesn’t sound like he SAVED them as much as went back so they wouldn’t die alone, since apparently they were still in the house. Not that that diminishes the selflessness, mind you. Nothing. I suck. I finished the bag of chips at the writing retreat. Nothing yet, but it *is* sandwich ministry day. Taking PBJ sandwiches, bananas and water to the homeless in the downtown and midtown parks near my church. Nothing. But I did hug my cat. I saw the story on the news tonight an rewound it and watched it a couple of times. It was longer than the 30 seconds you have here and showed the dog getting heart massage and oxygen. Here is another short version of the story from Oz and it has an interview with a firery. Felt both joy and shame as a major UK newspaper carried some of my work. A pub quiz DVD for the Mail on Sunday. So yes, millions of people playing with my work. However… Mail On Sunday. Oops, I meant to say the story I saw had more on the dog getting treatment. I voted against Obama so that our country doesn’t end up in a Marxist cess-pool that has never been or ever will be successful. breathed. AWWWWWW. I thought reading this blog was a great way to justify my existence. Are you saying I must now rethink my life? Hmmmm I fixed my Mom’s printer. Surely that’s worth a few hours, at least… No more than ten minutes ago, I prevented a likely significant shock to my (dumb) kitten by stopping her from chewing on the laptop power cord. Whoever said cats have nine lives severely underestimated the fatalities they narrowly avoid on a daily basis. @#16: That’s why they need nine lives =) Ummm, I babysat last night (into this morning) for a couple who hasn’t had a night alone in three years? That’s gotta count for something :-) I still have student loans. I’m not allowed to die until I pay them off. #7 totally wins. I wallowed in totally unjustifiable cat-waxing by cleaning the baseboards in kitchen and bathroom. Gross, but still a time suck. As Terry Pratchett wrote somewhere: for the press, stories which have “human interest” are often about animals. Having just had an afternoon out surrounded by dogs (and a surprising number of pups) I am glad that you are adding force to the idea that dogs are people too. My existence on the planet has no justification, I’m afraid. I do have a puppy though. Um, I like pie? It’s probably because of my tiny, pinched heart and dessicated soul, but I can’t help thinking “Dog Too Dumb To Run Out Of Burning Building” might have been an equally valid headline for this story. Turning oxygen into carbon dioxide for my plants. Donated some change to the Bridge School, founded by Pegi Young and Jim Forderer, who continue to do excellent work in special education. A not-incidental side effect is the Bridge School Benefit concert series organized by Neil Young, which continue to bring the best music to the Bay area. Thank you, Neil and Pegi, for another awesome show. Other than that — nothing. *checks pockets for oxygen money* Me hat’s orff to Leo, even if I do suspect that he’s not quite what he seems. ____ A dog named Leo? Hey, that dog looks like a cat! (go see Cal) I knocked on doors and talked people into going out and voting so that our country doesn’t end up in a totalitarian, poverty-stricken cess-pool that has never been and never will be successful. Yay #27 ( I did that yesterday, does that still count for today? ) I made Manhattan Clam Chowder, which is enough to justify my existence. And don’t give me any crap about the New England variety; it’s good, but it’s not the only. I went shopping for Halloween candy and then sat down and consumed ALL of them to save the children from bad teeth and upset stomachs. They owe me big time. Yesterday, I finished knitting a wash cloth that is ultimately going to a women’s shelter to be given to a woman at that shelter. I know that wasn’t today, but I’m hoping the karma carries over a little bit. I wept when I saw that video, the doggie had given the kittens enough time to be rescued and THEN was able to be resuscitated. And THEN wanted to see his kitties. And they looked good, cats are far more susceptible to smoke and heat than dogs or humans. That they were climbing and active and fairly good is a good thing. When they showed the dog his kitties, it DID look like he was counting to make sure they were all there. I left my wife in Ann Arbor to teach the next generation about the last generation, while I sacrifice warm and love and comfort, to maintain our abode of life against a viciously uncaring world. And I hugged my cats for not being out of sorts too much with me for leaving them alone with a sitter for a week. I chaperoned a high school marching band in the town’s annual Halloween parade. Full of little kids dressed up like puppy dogs and puppy dogs dressed up like little kids. I went looking through my apartment for my signed copy of Old Man’s War. If I can’t find it soon, I may have to buy another. My existence, being an established fact, requires no justification. I am an axiom. I talked people into going in a totalitarian, poverty-stricken cess-pool so that I could go and vote. And then I breathed plants like the axiomatic baseboard cleaner that I am. Go me! Oh, and by the way… GOOD PUPPY! WHOOSA GOOD BOY?! WHOOSA GOOD BOY? YOU THE GOOD BOY! PUPPY GET A BELLY RUB! That is all. I cooked dinner for my girlfriend and helped her study for a test. I work at Seattle Childrens Hospital and while it may or may not justify my existence, it does satisfy my need to help others. That being said, when something is done that’s extra, that counts more in my book. P.S. Watercolor @7 My daughter also had IH but recovered after being treated with a drug called Diamox and an excercise program. From all indications she’s fine now but we all watch it like a hawk. Vaya con Dios And what have you done today to justify your existence on the planet? Oh, you know. By existing made it possible for all kinds of other animals to not only survive well past their natural evolutionary arc, but to thrive well beyond your wildest imaginings. And we know cats and dogs imagine, at least a little. I’m looking at you select members of the even-toed ungulate family, various furry mammals and certain pretty and/or tasty avians. It’s not much, I’ll grant you, as I didn’t have to try all that hard. But in the aggregate humans have made this a pretty spiffy place for /some/ animals, at least. I helped Comcast find several of the many flaws in their new SmartZone webmailer by spending several hours on after-release beta testing and pointing them out in detail to their phone support. I ate a Snickers bar I really didn’t need to eat so that another human wouldn’t be tempted. ‘Cause I’m just selfless like that. (Kudos to those of you who actually have done something noteworthy to make this world a better place. Y’all rock.) @43 Carol Elaine I don’t know about anyone else but I appreciate your sacrifice. Being as how those things are going to be the death of me. Snickers #1 Milky way #2 100 grand bars #3 Do I have a chocolate monkey on my back or what 8D You know all a dog ever asks of us is the least that we can give. Many of us cannot even give that. What have I done? Work in progress; http://www.projecthealingwaters.org I made my daughter breakfast. Oh, more? Every year since 2002, I’ve averaged 200 hours/year of administrative services at our local volunteer fire department. For which, I get nothing, other than the occasional reminder that “you’re not a real man, because if you were a real man, you’d be a firefighter too!” When it comes to dogs, we’re on our fourth rescue dog. First one lived 11 years after rescue, second one is 15 years after rescue (and still going), third one was 15 years after rescue (died in 2007) and the fourth has been with us since May (and despite eating a rare book I owned, is still living…) Comments are closed.