I feel like I always do this. Blog steadily for a while, enjoy the sense of community, and then I fall off the face of the earth. So I am sorry blogging neighbours! I hope you will forgive my absence and lack of enthusiasm in the last month! It’s not you, it’s me!
The last month has been insane for the Blezius family. Nathan is working two jobs, and going to school. I have one job, art classes, and a very rigorous gym schedule, plus making sure that Jack is happy and healthy (he is:) ). And on top of that the last few weeks we have had a house guest. A very excitable Coonhound mix, foster dog, by the name of Evie. She was a full time job!
I won’t bore you all with every little detail of the last month. Onward and upward! New adventures a plenty! I’ve struggled the last few weeks with wanting to share my latest journey with you. After all this is a “dog blog”, and my latest journey isn’t entirely dog centred. However with all of the bloggers recently posting their first blog I took a look at mine and realised that this is more than a dog blog, this blog is about a journey that my dog and I have taken together. It’s a journey of discover, bonding, and learning. And this past month Jack has taught me an incredible lesson: I am a massive hypocrite.
I know that we are all hypocrites in one way or another, but my hypocrisy is huge and I’m not sure I can ignore it any longer. I look at my dog every single day and I see my four legged fur child. I look into his eyes and see an intelligent sentient being. Yet I go to my fridge and happily eat a turkey sandwich, or I go to work and get excited when the prospect of butchering an animal arrives (I work as a cook, by the way).
I just don’t know how I have compartmentalised so successfully for so many years. What is it in humans that allows us to say “This animal is a friend, that animal is a food?”. What gives us that power? I go ever further by compartmentalising specific animals of a species. I’ve been hounding my husband for a pet pig for a year now. So I can say “that pig is friend, but the one on my plate is food?”. How is that division possible, or even moral? For me, it isn’t anymore. So I’ve started my latest journey: the journey to vegetarianism (And possibly, someday, veganism).
I was afraid when I started this journey that I would be a pariah at work. Vegetarianism is somewhat of a sacrilege in a professional fine dining kitchen. But I’ve had to put those fears aside. I still have to compartmentalise a little bit. To be successful in my industry I have to understand how food works, and be prepared to try things on occasion to make sure the customer gets an amazing experience. But for my own personal consumption, no more animals! And to my happy surprise my kitchen family have been fairly supportive, once I explain myself! So thanks guys!