Living in Colorado, I spend most of the winter feeling guilty. Not for failing to shovel my sidewalk or for skipping the gym to watch movies under a blanket. No, I feel guilty because while I’m inside hibernating, my dog is stuck inside with me. Walks get cut short because of the cold and puppy playdates get canceled when a snowstorm makes driving too treacherous.
Even if you don’t live in a cold climate, there are times when we’re too bogged down by life (work, relationships, etc.) to give our pets the attention and exercise they deserve. But summer is the perfect time to make it up to your canine companion!
I have a confession to make: For years now I’ve treated myself to wholesome, organic foods while buying my pets conventional pet food. Not off-brand mystery kibble or cat chow, mind you, but still. I blamed the cat; he’s a notoriously picky eater, and the one time I offered him a sample of “the good stuff” he turned his nose up at it and staged a hunger strike until I switched back to his standard 50-cents-a-can fare. I admit, I was secretly happy that he seemed to prefer the cheap stuff.
Something made me say yes.
It wasn’t common sense, which pointed out that I already had three dogs, two cats and a rabbit. I surely didn’t need another pet.
It wasn’t love. Despite his name, there was little about Romeo that lassoed my heart. He was enormous. And toothless. His claws seemed permanently poised to strike. His fur was dull and he had a bad case of dandruff and he reeked of a pack-a-day habit.
I’m officially crazy. Prior to my recent adoption of dog number three, I was only a suspected lunatic — the owner of two dogs, one cat and a rabbit; and, oh yeah, mom of three small children. Now my adoption of a third dog has confirmed my status as the neighborhood nut.