Not my Best Friend

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It took me years to realize it, but I am not a dog person.

This revelation comes as quite a surprise to me. I grew up having a family dog (actually many, many family dogs.) I loved to play with them, and still do. If it’s yours, not mine. You may want to say that dogs are better than cats. I agree! I don’t like my cats, either.

I just don’t want one. Would the girls like one? Of course. There are several problems with this; M won’t be satisfied unless it’s a Chihuahua (which will NEVER happen), and Abs is allergic to dogs – not just the fur, but even a lick. Unfortunately for them (luckily for me!) I don’t see one in our near future. Yay! I mean awww, too bad.

Maybe it’s because when I was growing up, taking care of my dog meant letting him outside to go to the bathroom, feeding him a few times a day, and the occasional trip to the vet. That was it. There weren’t doggy playdates, puppy clothes or, the worst offense, dog strollers. Dogs were dogs. Now they are like kids. Do dogs today need more care than they used to? I can’t answer that with any certainty, because I refuse to have one. My guess is no. There are just more ways to spoil your pet and treat them like a child.

My youngest daughter will hopefully be potty trained soon. You know what that means? It means I am finished helping another creature when they take a crap. Done. I can’t even imagine the annoyance I would feel if woken up at night to take a dog out to ‘go.’ I’d just have another baby if I was up for that.

Friends with dogs – fear not. I love your pets. I love playing with them, and I love leaving them at your house. I really do think dogs are fun, but only when they don’t belong to me.

I’m all for loving your pet. Please treat your dog like part of the family – he is! However, please don’t put him in a purse.