Reflection on Rescue

i own guinea pigs. seven of them now, mostly rescues. they come from all types of places, but mostly from places where they were in bad shape or had no future. a year ago i barely knew anything about them but Kay got me into them. before long i had one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. just that fast it seems. went from a single large cage to a six foot tall custom C&C cage that takes up a fourth of the living room. for some reason, i am perfectly ok with that. for the most part they are simple and dumb creatures that can no longer survive on their own. they have been domesticated as long as, if not longer than, cats. they now take a considerable amount of time each day, preparing vegetables twice a day, spot cleaning the cage, filling water, giving them food, providing hay and interacting with them. on most days they get out of the cage into a play pen on the floor and get to run around. being simple creatures, changing up the play pen or their cage by re-arranging stuff or introducing new items to either does wonders to stimulate them. they are touch-me-not creatures, hate to be held, and show no signs of affection toward each other, let alone me. despite that, i love them dearly and believe deep down that by rescuing and caring for them, i am righting a speck of wrong-doing on the part of humanity and our history for obstructing nature. the least i can do is to provide them the absolute best life possible. if it means my living room is always a mess or that i skip a few nice meals so i can buy them the veggies they need and want, so be it. simple creatures or not, they would not be in the general predicament had it not been for meddling humans.

it’s hard being here all day every day near them. while i love watching them and talking to them, i am present for every cough or odd noise they make. every troubled wheek, every sign of discomfort, i hear it. a few of them are older pigs and are likely not going to be here a year from now. even Waffle who was adopted early on has an ongoing problem with congestion (for lack of better words). she gets over it quick but in a guinea pig, that type of respiratory distress can be fatal. i dread the day when one of them decides to move on. until then, they deserve to be happy.

at some point recently, Kay asked me what animal ever benefited from our domesticating them. i thought long and hard and the only time i could come up with an answer was directly due to my ignorance of the animal and their history. the more i thought about it the more i realized that question was a great fundamental eye opener to anyone who was under some impression that animals were better off as pets. if given the choice, i don’t think i would change anything about the pets i have or will have. the only difference is that now, i completely and fully understand that it is entirely selfish, not because the animal benefits from it. hell, we feed our cats a diet of carbohydrate rich pellets that are about as far from their natural diet as you can possibly get. yes, the cats live a long time on that diet, but they aren’t necessarily happy or healthier as a result. the proper diet consists of food from boutique pet stores and fetch prices that most people can’t afford, so we fall back on really horrible foods that turn cats into slugs.

Stand Your Ground

The night started with a loud voice from outside, echoing between the buildings. Couldn’t see
anyone from any window but it was definitely very close. Since it couldn’t be from the balcony
or parking lot, and wasn’t the courtyard in the next building or mine, it had to be someone between the buildings but near the alley. I went out the front door and looked over the edge and saw someone. He was loud, sounded intoxicated or under the influence. He mentioned crack cocaine in his ramblings so i called
non-emergency police. Yes, someone who used to do bad things and avoid cops like the plague is the one calling them these days. That ‘neighborhood watch’ sign warns you about me in these parts. If you are
going to do bad things, don’t be so fucking obvious please.

Last time it was a drunk shouting at the top of his lungs in the parking lot. I called non-emergency and Denver District 6 rolled up in under 2 minutes, questioned him, ran his info and arrested him (warrants i assume). Tonight, DD6 rolled up in about two minutes, the officer approached the perp and told him to be
cool, saw me up above on courtyard level and asked me where the 2nd guy was. I told him if there wasn’t
a 2nd, he had been talking to himself all night.

I feel bad because for the most part, he wasn’t doing harm. He was loud, he was on private property
and he was talking about illegal activity. Any one of those things wouldn’t have been bad, but after hours of that, why should the tenants suffer? When the officer walked up, the perp was immediately worried and scared of going to jail. Even with the officer talking to me a floor above, the perp didn’t seem to realize I was there or why the officer showed up. When I realized he had been talking to himself and not someone that was out of sight, all I could think of was how the system has failed. Without getting into some huge political rant, why do we spend billions on overseas aid packages and wars when we have so many problems at home. I would have rather gone down there and given him a warm meal and an old shirt rather than call the police, but the state of society just makes that too risky. It’s really sad.

While the officer searched him and secured him, I started to back away so that the perp couldn’t see me. I realized quickly, “wtf”. I live here, this is my home. Why should I be afraid of him or anyone else that doesn’t belong. I know good people get hurt by bad people for just that sort of thing, but the principle is sound. The good guys shouldn’t have to hide, they shouldn’t have to run. I stepped forward against the gate and answered the officer’s questions loudly, daring the perp to look up at me. I know the law doesn’t favor my position, but if someone commits a crime on or near my property and I report it, if they come back for any form of retaliation it should really be open season on shitheads. Not only should I be able to defend myself, but the fact that if they came back to attempt to intimidate or hurt a good citizen should give me license to put my boot on their throat or drill them with a legally owned and licensed gun.

I know, too many douche bags that don’t have the ability to rationalize and get through that process without serious bias, that turns them into would-be vigilantes that ultimately kill their neighbor on accident or find a random perp miles from home to unload on. But like the one-off dangerous misdemeanor criminal that might come back on a witness, the over-zealous vigilante is similarly the one-off. Until that changes, the good guy can only stand up for their home and their rights.