Review of Wayne Pacelle's book The Bond
A lifelong lover of animals, I had an epiphany some years ago when I was driving along and spotted on the road ahead what I thought was a dead dog. Quickly, a lump formed in my throat—and just as quickly disappeared seconds later when I drove closer and saw that the black-and-white carcass was that of a skunk, not a dog. The moment of enlightenment came in that sudden swing of emotions, followed by the realization that, objectively, there is no difference between a dog and a skunk, and that my two divergent responses were then entirely subjective, the product of a social and emotional construct. It made me wonder if God's view of a skunk and his view of a dog are as wide apart as mine were in that moment. I doubt it.