Monday, December 24, 2007

A bizarre and sad view of the Christmas season

The following letter was published in this morning's edition of The Columbus Dispatch. A truly bizarre and sad view of the Christmas season. My response follows.

Dogs convey warmth and love of season
Sunday, December 23, 2007 3:23 AM

In light of Christmas week and the book Rescuing Sprite being No. 2 on the News York Times best-seller list, I wonder how people live without a dog. Really. How can people live without a dog? How do they learn about the real meaning of things?

Dogs are, without doubt, the fulfillment of the meaning of Christmas: giving without expectation, loving without conditions, faithfulness without judgment and steadfastness without complaint.

Dogs possess the pure soul. They are the ones who treasure the absolute mundane things in the world and remind us that we need to focus on the simple.

They couldn't care less what people say, wear or might look like. And in the case of my dog, when others fight and raise voices, he is right there to try to stop the tension.

I know for a glorious fact because of experience, that when people gather together with the common interest of great joy in and love for our dogs, we get along. We talk about how fortunate we are for having the privilege of taking care of such beautiful friends. We all say just what delight and devotion these creatures bring and, oh, how they make us laugh.

So this Christmas week, during the rush of getting and gathering, slow down and notice the dogs in your world, and think about what they bring to you and your family. In some way, they represent the meaning of Christmas, with those faithful and steadfast eyes, loving without condition, and a pure spirit that only wants to please and give.

Oh, and Merry Christmas, my dear, sweet Hunter!


Dear Editor:

While reading Elizabeth Armstrong's letter "Dogs convey warmth and love of season," I couldn't help but be reminded of an experience I had while bike riding along a local country road. All of a sudden, I heard a loud suction-like noise coming from the ditch to my right. I glanced over to find the head of some family's dog buried deep inside one of the "absolute mundane things in the world," feasting on the bloated carcase of a deer.

While Armstrong personifies her beloved Hunter as a "pure spirit," the dog sees the world like the animal it is. I suggest Armstrong hold tight on the leash when she and Hunter encounter such a roadside feast. I wouldn't want Armstrong to be confronted by reality in such a stark manner. It might just ruin her canine holiday spirit.

Jim Fedako

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