I have NO desire to be a pet owner.
First off, let me say that I love animals. I think animals are pretty much the shiz. I was the little girl who wrote sappy poems about majestic eagles and our responsibility to all the endangered species. I wrote school papers on the rain forest and treated every animal like they were sensitive, emotional beings. I've been raised around domestic animals all my life.
I'm pretty sure that most of you who read this blog are pet owners and I don't think there is anything wrong with that.
I just personally find it... um... weird. Shortly after Chris and I got married, we had a conversation about pets. He and I talked about how, if you take a step back and look at our culture as if you were just a visiting alien from outer space, it would seem incredibly strange to see humans walking around with animals on ropes or animals cooped up in tiny apartments. (Chris also wrote about that conversation here.)
Animals are wild creatures. I know it's hard to think of golden retrievers or lap cats or shaky bug-eyed chiuauas as WILD ANIMALS because they've been so domesticated and over-bred for hundreds and hundreds of years, but these animals were never intended to live indoors. And most breeds aren't very healthy anymore from all the control we've exercised over their genes... their very DNA.
Even more shocking and disturbing to me are those whose animals are not much more than fashion statements. You know the ones I'm talking about... The dressed up dogs and the super expensive bejeweled dog purses that they get carted around town in. Yuck. It takes all that I have to not bust out laughing when I see one of these women walk by me on the street. I just don't get it.
I know that there are some really amazing and responsible pet owners out there that take great care of their animals. And those animals are so very lucky, because, they never asked to come into this world... And it's to the point now where if they don't wind up in a good home, they will be forced to live miserable lives and then probably end up in shelters where they don't stand much of a chance anyway. How sad. It's kind of an out-of-control situation now... with so many animals and so very few homes for them to live where they can run in big backyards and chase birds and dig holes and bark their faces off and maybe have a friend or two to keep them company. Because THAT'S WHAT DOGS DO. They bark and pee and run and chase and wag and eat and slobber and poop. And we humans get them in our care and immediately try to train them not to do all of these things and, again, I just don't get it.
and eats birds. The life! The life!
I'm just not one of those people who has the energy to pour into caring for an animal in the way they deserve to be cared for. It's hard enough for me to remember to feed Ezra and myself 3 times a day. There's a dog in the yard next to mine that just sits back there all day long and it makes me sad. He is so sweet and gentle, but he seems terribly restless and you should see the excitement he goes through when he hears a car pull into their driveway- but no one comes back to talk to him or walk him. He just continues to SIT.
I know that animals are great for teaching kids responsibility and love and respect for other living things. I don't believe, however, that the ONLY way to teach kids these values is by owning an animal yourself. I know the day will come when Ezra will look deep into my eyes and BEG BEG BEG BEG me to get him a dog or a cat or a fish or a bird or a komodo dragon. I will tackle that issue when we get there. If we are then at a place in our lives where an animal would do nothing but FLOURISH and get everything it needed and also have the freedom to actually be an animal while in our care, then I might consider it. Until that day, it's completely and totally OUT OF THE QUESTION.
My family has always had a passion for helping animals.
And that is the reason why I currently don't own any.