My wife has a huge heart when it comes to animals, dogs in particular. She has given our 11-year-old German Shepherd so many belly rubs that it rolls onto its side when it sees her coming. On hot days she'll put large chunks of ice into Ruby's water pan, and at dinner she'll mix in grilled steak or baked chicken because, in her opinion, dry kibble just isn't good enough by itself.
My wife also is among those who believe Michael Vick should get a second chance in the NFL now that his 23-month prison sentence for bankrolling an illegal dog-fighting operation is over. "Ban him from owning a dog," she told me last weekend. "But let the man earn a living."
I don’t like Michael Vick. But then I didn’t like him before he was arrested for running a dog fighting ring. But he’s paid his debt to society and I’m not sure why the NFL should be some sort of animal rights organization. He’s done his time, there are other ex-cons in the NFL, some for killing people while drunk in their car. Let Vick play.