According to the Huffington Post, the fifth most annoying thing people without kids say to people with kids is:
“I know exactly what you mean. I have a puppy.”
Well. The number one most annoying thing I have read so far this year is… see above.
Um, Huffington Post. Have you met Emma the Beagle?
It’s well known now that our girl suffers from separation anxiety. Because of that, the only time I can leave her alone in the house is when I’m working to desensitize her to our absences (walk into mudroom, return; open garage door, close garage door, return; pull out of garage, close garage door, wait 20 seconds, open garage door, pull back in, return, etc.). This means that for approximately 23 hours and 30 minutes a day, Hubz, I, or a
baby petsitter must stay with her.
Since May 2015, I haven’t even been able to go for a jog without scheduling a sitter for Emma.
Does any of this sound familiar, People With Kids?
The irony is that I always say that the friends I relate to the most right now, are the one’s with young kids. I’m desensitizing Emma to my leaving the house; my friends are teaching their babies to sleep alone. I’m looking for restaurants that allow dogz on the patio; my friends need kid-friendly places.
And the thing is, all of my friends with babies laugh because they can see that we are indeed experiencing the same exact thing right now.
So, I was annoyed when I saw this stupid blog post. I relate my experiences with Emma to my friends with babies all the time, and we all giggle and moan together about the challenges of rearing a
newborn puppy-mill rescue.
But you know, Hubz’s reaction to the blog post actually hit the deeper issue: “I don’t like it because it sounds like a human baby is a higher value than another species,” he said.
That’s the deeper issue for me. Hubz and I have made the decision to care for the animals of this world. We don’t see dogs, cats, mules, or other furry, feathered, or finned creatures as subservient play things or food stuffs. We don’t eat them, we don’t wear them, and when we adopt them, we share our homes and our lives with them — no different than we would if they were human babies.
The only difference?
My friends’ babies will grow up one day to flush their own toilet, help out around the home, and drive themselves to their own
veterinary doctor appointments. I can train Emma the Beagle to do all kinds of amazing things, but drive a car to the vet will never be one of them.
My wish is that we could all stop judging and labeling each other. Your life is not better or more difficult than mine simply because your baby is human. Why don’t we instead talk about how wonderful it is that all of these children — two-pawed and four-pawed alike — are lucky enough to have caring parents like us?