Twas the night before the end of the 'end of the world', and I sat at my desk thinking about all the things I had left to do before the holidays. As my head dances frantically from one gift idea to another, I couldn't help but think about how terrible of a pet blogger I've been. I wanted to get one last post in before Christmas, and here I am. I thought about blogging on how Bonnie ate my brown suede boots, and then proceeded to puke them up in random areas of the house. I also thought about blogging on how Bailey is increasingly looking more like a cartoon character than a real life dog. Heck, I even thought about blogging about how I cannot wait to see my dogs around like crazy in the snow every time I pull into the driveway. But in the end, I think the best thing to blog about on this snowy Thursday night would be to wish all those out there happy holidays.
I'm very lucky to have my family all in town so close, allowing me to spend this time with them from the comfort of my house. I hope that everyone out there travelling to and from do so very very safely, and enjoy spending time with those they love the most.
Wishing you all happiness, health and safe travels!
I apologize for the language. Life has been nothing but busy busy busy, and from that this blog has suffered. I hope that I have offended anyone (assuming there are still people actually checking in) by being such a poor blogger :(
The past few weeks have all been weird, each in their own way. We've been adjusting to new living conditions, Christmas decor and a massive increase in work for both of us. Within all of this, we've watched Bonnie experience snow for the first time (turns out it gives her a mad case of the zoomies), watched Rascal willingly plonk himself down into a wad of snow and roll around (I told you he was half dog), witnessed Bailey become even more of a social butterfly, and of course tried to keep up with the demands of living with a Zoe.
Somehow we've also come up against situations that involve us fighting for our pets. It's obvious that I will fight till the death for my animals, regardless of the costs. This past week it was brought to my attention that I am allergic to cats and was told to get rid of them. A statement to which I bluntly replied "That's not an option. If you have some alternatives for me, that's great. But let's be clear- getting rid of my cats like that is.not.an.option". We've also come across other obstacles where characteristics that were not true were being attributed to our dogs. If and when a complaint or concern has been expressed about our dogs, I take immediate action. For me, making sure that my pets are not causing a disturbance in ANY way is beyond important. But, sometimes I think people end up taking advantage of this and play up things that are not necessarily true. It's unfortunate and upsetting and at the end of the day I end up being aggrevated that someone would lie about my pets behavior. Although I shouldn't, I take it so very, very personally.
I realized that I am and probably always will be fighting for them. I fight for their right to live in our home, to be outside, to have a park to run around it. I fight for their personality and work hard to ensure that they are not being painted as terrible animals (something they are absolutely, without a doubt, the farthest thing from). Heck, I'm even fighting my own body to keep the cats with us. It's just how it is.
But still, I wonder. Are we the only ones doing this dance over and over again for our pets? Are other pet owners out there constantly fighting for their decision to have a dog, two dogs, a cat, two cats? It seems as though behind every corner there's someone offering their unsolicitated harsh judgement without a second thought about the reprocussions their statements might have on how things might affect my family and my pets.
Despite my lovely rant above (sorry about that y'all), the holidays are near and that means I get to put a Santa hat on the dogs. Really- how could you be upset with that?