After adopting Reggie from a non-profit animal rescue organization in 1998, I’ve kenneled him only once, at a clean, well-lighted place in Toledo, OH. I have nothing against kennels per se…but before I adopted him, Reg had been on “doggie death row” for a month and in a private, crowded kennel for two months after that. Given his history, I’ve always felt terrible taking him back to “the joint” even temporarily. I have a wonderful pet-sitter who pampers Reggie whenever I’m away while taking in my mail, turning on & off the lights, and otherwise making my apartment seem “lived in.” One of the benefits of being a childless pet-owner is you get to spoil your pets shamelessly; as one dog-owner once confided, “If we weren’t going to spoil them, why’d we get them in the first place?”
And yes, this is the first time a pile of dog poop has been immortalized here on Hoarded Ordinaries.
Nov 21, 2004 at 11:08 am
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
A shitblog! You must know how happy this makes me.
Kevin
Nov 21, 2004 at 11:10 am
Yep, Kevin, I must say I think of *you* whenever I see a pile of dog poop…and I hope you know that’s intended as a compliment!
Nov 29, 2004 at 1:01 am
I recently returned from a week-long vacation, and had to face some rather blank eye-blinking stares when I casually mentioned that one night I got a motel room with TWO king size beds so that my Akita could have his own bed. We’d had a particularly harrowing day, and I felt it only fair that we both get to pamper ourselves a bit.
You would have thought I said I’d been stalking little children, the way these people were shaking their heads in disapproval. Puuuhlease, people. If my dog is happy, and I’m happy, then what exactly IS THE PROBLEM?
I understand completely about sending poor Reggie back to the joint, even though we both know that he probably doesn’t care as much as we do. It’s the thought that counts, and that’s exactly WHY you’re his mommy. So there.