My dog thinks he’s human; I agree.
He sleeps in bed with us, under the covers. When invited to lunch, we ask, ‘Is it dog-friendly?’ He enjoys chicken snichtzel and pasta for dinner. We both make sure to be home in the evening to spend time together as a family; me, my husband and the dog.
Hi, my name is Karen, and I am a dog-aholic. It started as a joke, that this rescued Chihuahua cross was our baby, but I think we may have lost the parody, and are now just downright nuts. When our parents visit they exclaim ‘How’s my Grandson?!’ I find myself constantly talking to him when no one else is there, telling him about the events of the day and what time I have to go out. I swear he’s fascinated by the state of Australian politics. He figures he should run in the next election. If he did, I can guarantee he’d be better than any of our most recent three Prime Ministers.
The funny thing is that we aren’t really caring for this little furry brown ball of fuzz. He’s caring for us. It’s his full time job, and he takes it seriously. Unlike a baby, who’s needs constantly override your own desires, this pup just asks to slot into your life. If you let him, he makes everything more awesome. A simple observation, but a good one.
Would love to hear stories of what your pet means to you, or how they’ve changed your life. Let me know! 🙂