You see I am one of those ‘types’ that treats their dog like a human. Actually like a 2-year-old human, because that’s how old he is, which means he’s technically still a baby, and thus far I treat him accordingly.
The other day, as Marley (my baby) and I arrived at a café that shall remain nameless, we walked past a man that incidentally I have seen many times at the same place. And for the sake of the story, let’s say he ‘doesn’t mind the sound of his own voice’, and is often passionately annoyed about something fresh each day.
So yes, it’s clear, I’ve kind of judged him for being a pain in the bottom before ever having officially met him. And as a karmic little payback, I realised the other day, he has done exactly the same to me. And worse…. to my baby!!!!!!!!!!
As we sashayed past him and his ‘large’ dog the other morning, minding our own business, his dog fired up and growled at my frightened little ‘ball of fluff with the cutest face ever’ which gave us both a shock.
It was your run of the mill, random, unprovoked attack on our serenity, but we regrouped in a flash and humbly smiled and said “it’s ok,” presuming the man might be embarrassed that we’d copped an earful.
Apparently not. In fact, as I would over hear as we propped ourselves down for the first coffee of the day, it was Marley and me who in fact were to blame for the incident.
At the top of his booming voice, he goes on to tell his lucky morning friend that “the problem is, you’ve got these bloody people who treat their dogs as humans instead of pets.”
Excuse me? Who on earth is he to judge me? Even when he’s totally right.?
Well, totally right in context that yes I treat him like he’s human, however my baby can hardly be blamed for any dog bullying mine as we walk past, regardless of whether mine has complete run of my house and basically my life.
And for the record, your honour, I believe this dog was showing clear signs of deranged jealously towards my, ok, slightly pampered pooch.
I realise there’s quite definitely two pet camps out there in the world. Those that have pets and treat them as pets. And those like myself, who have pets and treat them as, well, friends.
When I heard that Jennifer Anniston had lost her ‘baby’ (dog) a few weeks back, my heart broke at the thought. What would I do if anything ever happened to my baby? How on earth would I ever go on? Maybe I’ll bury myself with him under a tree?
My mate Dr Katrina Warren has been down this track the last few years, after her first love Toby (the Wonder Dog) died. Overcoming her grief losing her dog has been devastating because “he was my soul mate” she said.
“What I wouldn’t give for just one more pat, one more game of Kong or to see the sea breeze blow in his magnificent hair.”
So, if the angry man at my coffee shop is reading this, and the penny just dropped, as you remember the inconvenience of my baby and I provoking a snarl from your ‘pet’, please understand that for many of us we choose to treat our ‘pets’ as our best friends, because quite simply, they are.
They are often the first thing that makes us smile in the morning, and never cower away before we’ve put our face on.
They worship the ground they walk beside us on, even if we’re just off to the loo!
And Mr. Cranky Pants, listen here, we’re all entitled to have the sort of relationship we want, if it happens to brings us joy. Surely you can appreciate that?
IS YOUR PET A PET OR IS SHE/HE YOUR BABY?????????????????