AwkwardPaws is not your average social vetworking site. True, it is a vehicle for vets to socialise with each other; exchange pics and tips, highs and lows, laughs and tears. But really any vet knows he can do that in the comfort of his own surgery, with all the other vets. No, social vetworking is a necessary evil for the underlying message of good that AwkwardPaws is intent on spreading.

That message? Animals have as much right to glory as the vets that work upon them, maybe even more. 

Look at any animal rights pamphlet nowadays - nowhere does it say that an animal has the right to glory. True, an animal may win a Victoria Medal for war crimes, but it may not bask in the glowing respect of its peers. Until now. 

Here at AwkwardPaws, we respect all animals' claims to glory. Indeed, we attribute most of the glory in the world to animals. Does the jockey jump jumps or does the horsey jump the jumps. Yessir, it's the horsey. But who gets the glory, the champers and the ladies? That's right, it's the jumped-up jockey. Does the squirrel get the kudos for climbing a really high tree or lamppost? No the tree or lamppost get the glory for being so high. BUT THEY'RE INANIMATE OBJECTS. It's just not LOGICAL. And we will address that imbalance here. 

Glory cannot be created or destroyed. It is here and it is finite. Like elastic energy, it can only be bestowed upon its receiver. And that receiver, we have too oft noted, is never the nimble squirrel or the jumpy horsey. 

Does the jockey ever buy the horsey a stable full of carrots or a medal from the trophy shop? Invariably not, even though that jock knows the horse can't buy itself the goods - it doesn't even get paid in money (OR ANYTHING!!!!!)

Here, all the animals can get their share their stories with one another and humans. Money is a manmade concept and animals probably (sensibly!) won't have anything to do with that, but glory is something that can make us all feel good. Look at the Big BANG(!!), glory's been here since the beginning, money's only been around since £jypt (or Atlantis???? Pls txt in). Poems are exchanged here, not pound notes, because art, and especially glorious art, is the main currency of the animal kingdom (NB animals are so glorious that they wouldn't bother with wars about nationalities or monies). Of course, all the poems will be available for sale in pounds, for we are but humans and it is the least we could do to acknowledge that weakness.  

Not only are animals given the chance to get their views aired here (believe you us, we have already had some pretty lively debates in the chatrooms about how badly everyone's been taking the piss out of animals elsewhere in parts of cyberspace viz. the blogoshphere). But no, we also give animals a little slice of the glory they deserve when they die, the greatest and enternalest glory there is. Animals, more than any animal, know that life is fleeting. It is no coincidence that one distended, lumpen, mouldy human year = seven shining dog years, for example. It thus stands to reason that one human minute = seven dog minutes and seven minutes is exactly the average time it takes to bury a dead dog - HEARTLESS.

If we had a modus operandi, which we don't, it would be to make sure that all animals are afforded 49 minute funerals AT LEAST. Then perhaps they would get at least a bit of the glory and respect they deserve and we try to offer them here at AwkwardPaws. (See our services pages which are all services we offer to try and bring hope and glory to pets and also their owners)