Babe

i just love the Babe movies. not the baseball player. the pig.
Babe and Babe, Pig in the City. they are both so full of wonderful life lessons
and gentle dramas.
i watched both today and boy did i cry. don't know why... pig in the city drew lots more
tears because of the dog/pig chase scene and the "front paw twitching almost dead rear-wheeled dog named flealick" scene. movies like these mess with my head. in the sense that animals are intelligent like humans....which they are not. otherwise, they'd speak to us and demand money for their kind services.

when i look deeply into the eyes of one of my beloved yet crazy dogs, i sense an intelligence that we humans don't use. i suppose that's a good thing, though my dogs give off a lot more love unconditionally than most humans i have encountered.

besides, the farm in the Babe movies is a place i'd like to have. animals included. maybe not so many...but the location is so wholesome looking, and wholesomeness is something that i haven't had a lot of. i crave it, does that sound odd? i miss being nurtured. perhaps being in a spot that feels so warm will invoke some internal nurturing. whatever.