There's a link to young Shmoo and Maggie cavorting in the fields near our village.

I think a lot about "feelings" these days, and their seemingly reduced role in our discourse and lives.
It seems to me that a combination of things has washed away a lot of the feelings" that once were a part of our lives, and replaced them with a falsely analytical sort of intellectualization that is largely sterile.
In a consumer culture, emotion is a liability, and thus we have an educational system that reifies a "scientific" viewpoint,brushes off the importance of art, music and other frivolously emotional things.
Think of the emotional content of techno---not.

I was touched by your obvious love for your canine friend, and grateful for the opportunity to share it.

We have similar feelings for our 3 feline family members--2, now. Our Black one, "Mure", has the habit of bringing home treasures- not the midnight snacks (semi-live pigeons) that Canelle favors--and stashes under the bed-- but odd treasures, such as these:

-A magnetic refrigerator sign with all the emergency numbers of the 12th arrondisement on it,

-A camera strap, with part of the bag attached,

-A long run of parking tickets, some very new

-Endless bits of foliage and leaves, twigs and things.
She is clearly partial to lurid commercial literature. During the CPE strike,which went right by the Port de Plaisance, she amassed quite a collection of pamphlets and literature from every participating faction, and I have started keeping the stuff just because no one will believe it unless I have the evidence.
Her best was the magnetic sign, but the advert for Karate classes was great.
Her sister, Mason (of Mason-Dixon fame--our fourth cat was Dixon), was the self-appointed babysitter for my two young girls. She died recently. We developed a tiny leak from a radiator in the main head, and it dripped on the floor of the shower. Anti-freeze is a part of the fluid in the heating system. She insisted on drinking out of the shower drain--yes, I know, no accounting for cat taste--  and the tiny drip poisoned her. Long, nasty mystery, which the vet missed completely, but which yielded to some net searching.

Sorry to ramble- nice to hear someone who sees the amthropomorphic fallacy for what it is--bullshit subscribed to by the emotionally broken.
Of course animals show some human traits-- they are'nt human traits, they are LIFE traits.

Living things love.

Things that cannot love are dead things.

Useful talking follows experience, the more experience the better. Talking that precedes experience is known as bullshit.

You're right about the date -- I fixed it.

I didn't know about the demonstration. ALBUM is near the Capitole, I gather. I hope it doesn't make it too difficult to get there.