{"id":40667,"date":"2016-01-06T06:00:49","date_gmt":"2016-01-06T11:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jacksonvillemom.com\/?p=40667"},"modified":"2016-01-05T13:26:03","modified_gmt":"2016-01-05T18:26:03","slug":"want-hate-people-drink-coffee-save-animals","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jacksonvillemom.com\/in-around-jax\/want-hate-people-drink-coffee-save-animals\/","title":{"rendered":"All I Want To Do Is Hate People, Drink Coffee, and Save Animals"},"content":{"rendered":"
Growing up, I had three siblings. Monica, a sister four years my junior; Misti, a\u00a0small-but-important-step-away-from-feral cat; and Mac-named for Paul McCartney and my Grandaddy-a pit bull\/ ehhhhh, questionably American Bulldog mix. Misti and Mac were both rescues–she from under a house, he from the Humane Society of the Treasure Coast<\/a>.<\/p>\n Back then, I liked both of them more than Monica most days. My feelings toward my human sister, luckily, have changed over the years; my feelings for my fur brother and sister have not. I’m thirty-three now and remain one of those girls\u00a0who still only manages to tolerate people<\/em> I’ve known for years–but instantly loves any animal I glimpse through the window of my car. I earned the volunteer hours for my college applications at the animal shelter in my hometown, then adopted a cat of my own when I was a sophomore at Florida State, followed by a dog when I was a senior. Luca is 11 now and has begrudgingly accepted her role having shifted from Mama’s happy hour wing woman to family pet and puppy\u00a0sister.<\/p>\n