Proof that Americans have gone batshit insane treating pets–specifically dogs–more indulgently than their own children. (There was only one story about a crazy cat owner, who wiped his cat’s ass after a “stinky boom boom.” That person is clearly nuts. ETA: as are we, because blogging karma dictates that we had our own outrageous cat butt story not long after I posted this.)
I had a dog as a kid. So there are some dogs I like.
But bringing your dog places where it’s not welcome? I was horrified by this anecdote:
Besides wanting Cody Bear “to participate in his favorite yearly activity of unwrapping gifts and destroying all the boxes,” as Ms. Otto put it, they wanted the dog to meet her brother’s fiancée.
But on Christmas morning, a commotion ensued: the fiancée was allergic to dogs and broke out in hives.
“The dog was banished to the guest bedroom and we were unable to share our Christmas morning with Cody Bear,” Ms. Otto said bitterly. “The family blowup between my brother and I over the dog resulted in my mother not speaking to me for two months and my brother for four.” This Christmas will mark the first time that the Ottos will not be returning home.
Excuse me, but the fiancée being introduced to the family, a human, is more important than the fucking dog.
Another horrifying anecdote, about a:
couple who attended a catered dinner for out-of-town wedding guests with their puppy.
The setting was not far from Aspen, Colo., in a home so lovely it is frequently featured in shelter magazines. The name of the puppy — a truly out-of-control guest — was Dude.
“It was unbelievable that good friends of mine and good friends of the parents of the bride would even consider bringing this dog,” said the hostess, a photographer and amateur landscape gardener named Sally who, perhaps because of the trauma, would not permit her last name to be used.
“The first thing Dude did was jump into the outdoor pond,” Sally said. “He shakes off on the grass lawn, then promptly heads inside and leaps onto the white couches, leaving a trail of pond scum. Then he runs outside, jumps onto one of the dining chairs, jumps on the table and helps himself to the hors d’oeuvres and fillet.”
A week later Sally received a note of apology, suggesting that she let bygones be bygones, signed with a paw print. Sally did not respond, which, she said, very much annoyed Dude’s owner.
This happened five years ago, and they have not spoken since.
The owners declined to discuss the matter with a reporter, but sent a comment through the bride: “Dude categorically denies everything.”
WTF??? Flame me to charcoal for saying this and loudly, but CHILDREN AND DOGS, WHILE CHERISHED, HAVE A PLACE and IT IS NOT AT THE CENTER OF EVERYTHING, RUNNING AMOK. People don’t appear to have boundaries any more.
Once I watched an episode of cesar millan‘s The Dog Whisperer on tv. He was trying to work with a family–a middle-aged mother and her grown son of about twenty–and their bite-happy pug. The creature would press up lovingly against the middle-aged woman’s leg, but if the adult son tried to pet him or claim some of his own mother’s attention somehow, the pug would bite the son. And I mean bite him hard.
The family was distressed by the biting, but clueless how to make it stop. I remember Cesar also being somewhat distressed, in his calm, low-key way, by the mother’s inability to discipline her dog.
“Does your dog mean more to you than your son?” he finally had to ask.
“But Puggy is my baby!” wailed the mother.
Wow. No wonder that dog was so ill-behaved. Bet the adult son had problems too, being lower on the totem pole than a pug.
Worse than the ill-behaved dog and by far more infuriating is the owner who believes My Dog Can Do No Wrong. Guess what? It can, and will, if the owner is too clueless to train it.