Reflecting on Responsible Pet Owners Month, I find it time to wax poetic again. I will attempt to be gentle. Have you ever watched the movie Billy Madison? His teacher is reading the class a story about a lost puppy. I think he best put it when he said the following (if you don't like cussing, don't watch the video, people):
"The part of the story I don't like is that the little boy gave up looking for Happy after an hour. He didn't put posters up or anything, he just sat on the porch like a goon and waited. That little boy's gotta think 'You got a pet. You got a responsibility.' If your dog gets lost you don't look for an hour then call it quits. You get your a## out there and you find that f###ing dog."
Makes perfect sense to me. In fact, I say....CALL THE COPS, ENLIST YOUR FRIENDS, GO TO THE SHELTER, CALL IN THE MARINES! If you have read my blog from when Big Al was a puppy and made a mad dash for the office door when a delivery guy came in then you know how I feel about my dogs. Seeing Al sprinting gleefully towards the highway was the equivalent of someone water boarding me.
Being a responsible pet owner to your dog or any companion animal is about so many things. They are living, breathing beings just like our children. They should be taken care of as such. In the event that you are a horrible parent to any mammal then I say you just throw in the towel and move to the mountains. Anyone that does not agree with this does not deserve a pet (insert salty humans here).
I understand there are different levels of pet ownership. I find all of them to be acceptable as long as the pet is being cared for properly. Maybe you live on a farm and you don't always know where your pet is. I get it. Could I do that? Hell no. I freak out when I cannot see one of my dogs within my tiny fenced in back yard after taking a quick glance out the back door. So no. Does it make sense in thousands of other people's lives? YES! Where does this scenario go south? It takes a turn for the worst when you aren't vetting your pet, feeding your pet, loving your pet or committing to their all around care.
If you know my blonde bestie then you are completely and totally aware that she, too, treats her fur baby just as she does her children. Always has, always will. The woman has covered her entire home in rugs because Tink has a fear of the hardwood floor. I can't make this up, people. She also cuts our time in here hectic schedule to just chill with Tink for a few minutes. Maybe they cuddle, maybe they play, maybe they talk....maybe they lie in the grass and reflect on their day. I don't know. I just know it happens.