When I was a kid, and drank milk, I broke my arm three times. After I grew up and stopped drinking milk (like humans should) I have (knock on wood) yet to break another bone.
I'd quit posting about this though, because I wouldn't put it past PETA to start breaking the arms of milk drinkers to prove a point.
Anyway, my philosophy of Animal Treatment is pretty consistant. If it's cute, (or even so-ugly-it's cute), then love it and kiss it and squeeze it and call it George. If it's not cute, eat it. Unless it's too gross to eat of course. Then just use it to feed the cute animals.
Expressing myself EVERY day - but especially on July 22, 2002!
Actually, after writing for a national-award winning H.S. paper (we won a Pacemaker two straight years, which is the highest award a HS publication can receive) for three years, I honestly think we put together a better paper than the USA Today.