I love my dogs. I’ve never thought of them in terms of ownership, but rather as sentient beings that share my life and home. “Others”.
During the past week, I visited a couple of places on the Internet where people referred to pets as “furpeople”. I have to confess that I find this catchphrase extremely amusing.
FURPEOPLE? The name perplexes me. It alternately makes me think of Wegman dogs or conjures an image in my mind of a cross between Disney characters and frat house revelers. Animals, dressed like humans, who are rowdy debaucherous partiers.
acceptable ways to personalize their environs.
I love my dogs with a depth likening them to surrogate children, but I don’t lose sight of their “otherness”. They are distinctly other and it’s precisely that distinction that makes them precious and delightful, and able to get away with all the insane misbehavior.
“Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. (Robes and) furred gowns hide all.” – William Shakespeare
Celebrate your dog’s otherness – it’s what makes them, them.