It’s pretty hard for me to get upset after reading an article about dogs. After scrolling through pictures, memes, facts or stories about our canine friends, it’s hard to imagine having anything other than a smile on your face, right?
But when I read a piece titled ‘Pets Are Not Children, So Stop Calling Them That’, I was a little offended.
The author was arguing that those who call their dogs their “children” (guilty) “sincerely believe that what they’re doing” by raising an animal is akin to parenthood.
Yes, I refer to my dog as my ‘fur baby’. She is, for lack of a better term, my child. I even call myself ‘mum’ and my husband ‘dad’ when we’re in her presence.
Everyone who knows me also knows about my dog. I throw pictures of her curled up in a ball on my bed, running on the beach, and 'OH LOOK HERE SHE IS SNUGGLING HER TEDDY' in the face of anyone who may be forced to listen.
But I am under no illusion that being a proud dog owner comes anything close to 'parenting'.
When we first got Cleo, she was a six-month old rescue pup who had clearly never experienced rain. It poured for the whole first week we had her, which meant she barely wanted to step outside of our house, and yes, that meant there was mess everywhere.
Add to that she's spent most of her life locked in a cage and was hardly toilet trained, and you have an experience that I have often described to friends as 'like having a child'.