Some people have Wordless Wednesday, I think I might go to Fur Baby Fridays. I got into a rather lengthy discussion on Mother’s Day when I halfheartedly joked that my fur baby didn’t even get me a card, let alone make me brunch. I was immediately jumped at and let known not to trivialize the role of mother by saying having a pet was the same thing. I didn’t say that owing a pet was the same as being a parent, but consider this: Just like a baby, my dog has no way of feeding herself. If I let out her bowl she would most likely just eat and eat until she exploded like a goldfish. But I would still have to get the food to her bowl. When she pukes all over the side of the bed during the night and I start the morning accidently stepping in it, I’m the one cleaning it up. She barks and I don’t know what she wants…well, that’s a lie. She wants food, but I don’t know which she would prefer, chicken or bacon (bacon is my obvious choice). When she is sick, I must … [Read more...]