Let me start this off by saying that I do not fully endorse the message of this graphic… I have included it solely due to the amusement it brought me because- really- who eats golden retrievers, cats, and parrots? I think this organization’s ad campaign might need a little work.

So, while I might not be that much of an animal-lover, I have had two recent events in my life that have made me identify a little more with those Birkenstock wearing, PETA supporting hippies (though I do love my Birks).

Event #1:
Several weekends ago, I was pulling out of the Kroger parking lot and was about to turn onto a very busy road when I suddenly noticed a gigantic turtle to my left. I mean HUGE. I was so stunned by this enormous beast of a turtle taking its sweet time crossing the street that I did the only thing I could think of doing at that moment. I stopped my car, stretched my head out of the window, and took a picture of him with my cell phone. I then rushed home, notified my uninterested husband of my turtle sighting, and then proceeded to—get this—call animal control. The message I left their department went something like this: “Hi… umm… I just left Kroger about 15 minutes ago and there was a really really big turtle crossing the street there… and umm… I know you’re closed right now but… umm… I was just wondering if someone could come get him and keep him from getting hit by a car. If you have any questions, please call me. Thanks.” Ha. I’m not kidding. First of all, I bet those employees got a huge kick out of the fact that some girl was calling about a turtle crossing the street. Second of all, why in the world would I leave my name and number thinking that they would actually call me back? I don’t know. I just couldn’t bear the thought of that poor little (huge) turtle getting squashed by some speeding SUV.

Event #2:
Two days ago, I was happily driving to a bridal shower when a squirrel ran across the road. I stopped, as I always do. Now, since Matt will be reading this, and he is convinced I’m going to get in an accident one day because of my insistence on stopping for squirrels, I must add that no one was behind me. Anyway, I stopped, and waited for the squirrel to make his way across when BAM- the poor little guy met his maker when a not-so-nice car flew right on by. Traumatized, I dialed up my husband in my quasi-hysterical state. Now, I do not typically cry when I see road kill, but for some reason, the tears came this time around, and poor Matt thought that I was saying that I had gotten hit by a car. He finally made out what I was trying to tell him, realized that a rodent rather than his wife had been hit, and he sweetly offered his condolences.

Perhaps God is preparing me to be an activist for a new cause—the prevention of road kill. Who knows. All I know is that the animal kingdom thanks me for giving them such thought and consideration.