Don’t get me wrong—I like dogs, and they like me. The first book I ever read on my own was Go, Dog. Go! by P.D. Eastman. For years afterward, I would ask my grandmother, “Do you like my hat?” even when I wasn’t wearing one. It also gave me an early experience of racial harmony: black dogs, white dogs, red dogs, blue dogs, big dogs, and little dogs. All dogs were equal in a republican kind of way—even the fluffy ones.
So I’m not complaining when I tell you about a curious development I’ve noticed in people’s attitude toward dogs. To wit: people now take their dogs into the big-box retailer where I work part-time. It used to be a rarity, but now it’s a common sight. I’m not talking about seeing-eye dogs or other service animals—though there are some of those in the mix, too. I mean family pets.
During my lifetime, pets have gone from the doghouse to the kitchen, bedroom, car, baby carriage, and shopping cart—as their owners browse the latest in copper tubing and antibacterial cleansers, which you can find on Aisle 4, Bay 20, thank you very much.
The other day, a cheerful young woman came up to me and introduced herself, her wife, and their dog—who was being pushed along in a blanket laid out in the extended seat of the shopping cart. I wasn’t thrown by her having a wife, but by the dog—a fluffy bundle with a pinched face. I forgot its name as soon as I heard it. It became the center of attention, gazing down the outdoor bug repellent section of the nursery with an air of ennui. I did what I always do when I sense that someone—or something—is jockeying for my attention: I ignored the animal, smiled courteously, and helped the pair find a big bag of orchid bark.
I’m not sure how I feel about this elevation of dogs to membership in the family. It’s probably a good thing, but I’d caution against using an animal to compensate for unmet needs or to fill an emotional or psychological void. The same goes for children: let them live their own lives, and get involved directly only when absolutely necessary.
Of course, what’s necessary varies from person to person. But if you’re dressing your dog up as a knife-wielding Chucky doll for Halloween, that might be a bit much. Lest you think I’m dating myself, I just saw that on YouTube the other day. You can find pretty much anything on YouTube—it’s become the modern-day Macy’s catalogue. But that’s another story.
Treating an animal like a human being strikes me as intrinsically unfair. It places a heavy load on the dog, whose role isn’t to complete its owner à la Jerry Maguire, but to serve as a loyal companion and aide. You should be able to live without the dog; your life shouldn’t hinge on your relationship with it. I exclude law enforcement and the military for obvious reasons—maybe circus acts, too.
You may think this is harsh or insensitive. It certainly cuts against the grain of how most Americans view their pets. But I’m not drawing any line in the sand—I just think you should be able to shop or go to a restaurant without your pet.
“Ah,” you say, “but you don’t have a pet.” It’s true—I don’t, not right now. My kids keep trying to foist theirs on me, but I resist. Over the years, I’ve owned cats, dogs, birds, fish, turtles, rabbits—and a rock (it was the seventies). The reason I don’t have a dog now isn’t that I don’t like them, but because I’m not up to the responsibility. I’m at that point in life where I’m jettisoning responsibilities as if I were in a hot air balloon.
I figure the best time to own a dog is when you don’t need one. That’s when it works best—for both of you. This comes from someone who has tremendous respect for cats. They’re so fast they can swat venomous snakes without even thinking about it. That’s good advice for relationships, too.
By the way, my grandmother always loved my hat.
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You want to see over-pampered dogs? Spend a few days living in my retirement community. These dogs get treatment from their owners that I never came close to getting from my own parents – and my three adult children would surely say the same thing.
Dogs are nice, but I never had the urge to bring one into my life. I think this decision has saved me upwards of $20,000 in terms of vet bills, invisible fence installations, dog therapy sessions, etc. Plus, I’m enjoying my coffee instead of being out there in the rain and sleet walking the dog every morning.
Vic, you killed it with “dog therapy sessions.” Say, the dog’s anxiety couldn’t have anything to do with its owner, could it…? My favorite part would be having to pick up after Fluffy during a walk around the block!
Nothing ‘harsh or insensitive’ about it; people hauling their ‘fur babies’ around as if they were human infants, buying them special (expensive!) food, putting them up in pet hotels should they be torn from their sides – and don’t forget that some animal rights groups are lobbying for ‘legal personhood’ for pets. I love dogs, but let’s keep some perspective!
It’s true, isn’t it? Some people think they are dogs. I read of a Japanese man who spent thousands on a dog costume and then went for a walk in the park…Not sure if he went around sniffing other dogs. The other dogs must have known what was up.
Have owned eight dogs over the past four decades, usually two at a time. Currently have a two-year-old female golden retriever, and an eight-year-old male golden. The male was supposed to be a two-week foster.
Oh well.
The anthropomorphizing of canines has gotten out of hand. Dogs are meant for work, exercise, some forms of therapy (A sore point with me when I see students take them INTO class), and companionship.
Anything more than that is, to your point, an overcompensation for the lack of something.
I respect the canine.
But let us not go crazy here.
Let’s ban pets in the class and bring back smoking.
Hear! Hear!