Why is it that people actually refer to their pets as “family members.” I hear it all the time, “the dog’s daddy or the dog’s mama” all the while referring to people as the paternal kinship of an animal.
It is a pet, it is not a child, it does not share lineage with a human.
To me, it just doesn’t make sense, have we become so disgusted with our offspring, our kids, that now we are passing on what it is that we know, to our pets, in some vain attempt to reconcile our failures as parents? Come to think of it, “this might make sense, if you look at it correctly.”
A dog for instance, doesn’t borrow money, throw his/her clothes on the floor, stay out late, wreck your car, or talk back when you give him discipline. They do however, eat your food, sleep on your bed, couch, favorite chair, and leave little fragrant surprises for the lawnmower.
But they are under no circumstance … A child.
Early one morning at a bus meet in St. Paul … just across the river from Minnie-no-place, a robust red faced rotund balding old man stepped forward from the throng and asked, “0′ great prophet, tell us how we might find love that is unconditional, unwavering and unending.”
The prophet did not answer right away.
He looked off into the distance, gathering his thoughts. Silence descended upon the crowd. Then he turned his gaze upon the the red faced pot bellied old man and said, “Get a dog.”
So that are the rant for the day … People who seriously believe they are the parents of a animal with more than two legs. Now as my wife would say, “Please go away, you are boring me.” Which always reminds me of that old joke.
What’s the difference between a new husband and a new dog? After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.
“We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid.” … Benjamin Franklin