Doggie Birthday Parties

I confess: I don't love my pets. They are not my kids. I don't pamper or spoil them or throw them birthday parties. I don't buy them Christmas presents. I CERTAINLY don't sleep with them. Does this make me abnormal or heartless? As a matter of fact, I consider them a nuisance. I was once subjected to a thrown chair when I suggested that a certain person's mother was "cuckoo" for holding a doggie birthday bash, complete with cake and other doggie pals. Now don't get me wrong I am not an animal hater or abuser. I have 2 dogs and 2 cats. I care about animals. But as I age my patience level goes down, and I have less and less tolerance for when Kitty is messing with the Christmas tree or when Doggie has dug another hole. I can quickly morph from calm and collected to raging, shaking beast when I catch the dumb animal on the couch for the 121st time even though they have been taught not to. There was a time as a child where my pets were my everything. That's all I could play with, write about or talk about. But I was 12. I have found that once your universe expands and you have kids of your own, your views change as well. To the people who write or say, "my pets are everything", I'm sorry, but you haven't experienced the "everything" you must still be searching for in life.