Cesar Millan is Right
"How old is your baby?" the woman in the pet store selling over-priced organic dog food asked me?
"Um... my dog is 11 months old," I answered.
"Ahhhh, well, she is part of the family now. I have two dogs, and they are my babies," she said.
"Oh, well my dog is my dog," I answered.
"Oh. Well, here is what I feed my dogs," she said, showing me a bag of 5 pound dog food for $20. "They eat better than I do."
"That's really unfortunate," I responded....
I stopped at that point and looked around the store. Almost everyone was carrying their dogs, some petting them neurotically and talking about the massage and salon regimens they had set up for their animals, and how they planned their days and weeks around them.
People, these are DOGS. They are ANIMALS. They are not your children... they are not your babies... and they don't think or act or feel like humans, as much as you transfer all your emotion baggage on to them. The more you fail to recognize these simple facts, the more your otherwise potentially healthy relationships with these animals is going to be off-balanced, and your dog will suffer for it.
I love my dog. I really do. She is my favorite DOG in the whole world. And when I look at her, she is an animal, then she is a dog, then she is her breed, and then she is my Kayla. Any other way of seeing it is just plain ridiculous (and quite pathetic, I must add). I give her food, exercise, shelter and attention. I also discipline her and give her clear boundaries. If she crosses those, she is immediately punished. She appears to be a balanced and content dog, and I daresay she is more balanced than the 15lb handwarmers these people carry around and pamper into idiocy.
Get a grip folks.
"Um... my dog is 11 months old," I answered.
"Ahhhh, well, she is part of the family now. I have two dogs, and they are my babies," she said.
"Oh, well my dog is my dog," I answered.
"Oh. Well, here is what I feed my dogs," she said, showing me a bag of 5 pound dog food for $20. "They eat better than I do."
"That's really unfortunate," I responded....
I stopped at that point and looked around the store. Almost everyone was carrying their dogs, some petting them neurotically and talking about the massage and salon regimens they had set up for their animals, and how they planned their days and weeks around them.
People, these are DOGS. They are ANIMALS. They are not your children... they are not your babies... and they don't think or act or feel like humans, as much as you transfer all your emotion baggage on to them. The more you fail to recognize these simple facts, the more your otherwise potentially healthy relationships with these animals is going to be off-balanced, and your dog will suffer for it.
I love my dog. I really do. She is my favorite DOG in the whole world. And when I look at her, she is an animal, then she is a dog, then she is her breed, and then she is my Kayla. Any other way of seeing it is just plain ridiculous (and quite pathetic, I must add). I give her food, exercise, shelter and attention. I also discipline her and give her clear boundaries. If she crosses those, she is immediately punished. She appears to be a balanced and content dog, and I daresay she is more balanced than the 15lb handwarmers these people carry around and pamper into idiocy.
Get a grip folks.
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