I have two children, and they both have four legs.
Two legs, four legs, or even no legs, the love I have for my children are as equal to the love you have for your human child.
Yes, I'm dead serious.
Sure, if I ever reproduce in this world, I'm sure I will love my human children a little more than I love my fur babies. But for you to blatantly come out and say my children don't compare to yours is an insult.
I completely provide for my children, and they might even be a little spoiled.
My husband and I go to work, come home, then spend time with our babies. I teach them respect, play with them, and most importantly, express love to them. They know right from wrong, just like you try to teach your children right and wrong. They get disciplined when they do something wrong, and they also get rewarded when they do something right.
"Dogs ain't people."
Okay, well first of all it would technically be "dogs are not people", but I'll let that one slide. They have life, they can breath, they have feelings, and whether someone kills a child or a dog, you will go to jail because you killed a living being. Remember Michael Vick? Would you consider him a good person since he didn't kill humans but instead killed dogs? That's ok though, because "dogs ain't people."
You said in your article it sucks more to wake up and latch a baby to your chest than it does to let a dog outside.
I'm not a mother of a human child yet, but those moments sound precious to me. You are feeding your child, because that's how God designed your motherly body to be. As tired as you might be, it doesn't sound like to me a dreaded moment to have to feed your child. Life's little blessings.
And please, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I have it harder because I have dogs. Human children are much more serious to take care of, I am just trying to prove a point that I care for my fur babies a WHOLE lot.
"You're stuck with your dog, except you're not because you can leave."
You're really making me vomit in my mouth at this point. Are you even thinking straight? Human or not, people walk out on their children all the time. If you decide to take your dog to the shelter because you can't handle them anymore, or drop them off on the side of the road and just drive away, it is just as neglectful to walk out on your family, your actual human children.
Also, when me and my husband leave for vacation, we miss our dogs every single second we're away from them.
"Sure you can teach Fido to fetch, but that pride is nothing compared to your kid learning to read."
Um, alright you haven't met Ralphie. Ralphie is my first born (who I've had since he was 4 weeks old) and he is THE smartest dog in the world. Serious. He can do a lot of different tricks, and he knows when something is wrong with me and when I just need him to cuddle with me. We have that connection, and the pride that overwhelms me when he learns something new is just as equal to your joy.
Then comes Bud. We adopted him just like someone adopts a child. Yes, it is way more difficult and emotionally exhausting to adopt a child. I couldn't imagine. But over the summer I opened up my home to foster dogs who needed help. Some of these dogs were old that people passed up at the shelter. Some of them were sick and needed extra attention and medication to get well. And then comes Bud.
I didn't pick and choose what dogs came into my home. I was involved in a foster company who would go to the shelter and pull dogs that really didn't need to be there. ALL of the dogs did not need to be there, but some were so bad off that if someone didn't help this dog to change it's behavior they would be euthanized.
First of all, this dog didn't even have a name when he came to my house. Instead of calling him baby or doggie, I started calling him Bud and it stuck.
He also wouldn't even come out of his kennel. Someone messed that dog up so bad that he was scared of everything. We had to leave the leash connected to his collar at all times just so we could walk him, because otherwise if you tried to latch it on he would bite your hand off. It took days before Bud would let me touch him. After a few weeks of living with us, he wouldn't leave my side. Having Ralphie to be an example to him showed him he could trust again. Aren't humans the same way? When we get hurt we develop trust issues, and it takes a good while to get over it (or at least it takes ME a while).
Bud now has a permanent home with us as we have adopted him into our family. I didn't pick and choose what dog came in, instead I opened up my home to the needy and showed love. In return I received more love in my home, and couldn't be more happy with my little family.
Maybe one day I will actually have an actual family with human babies running around the house, and maybe not. Whatever God lays down in my life I will bring glory and joy to the situation. Right now I am a wife and a mother of two, who are dogs, and you're not going to be the one to say my family isn't actually a family.
Family is love, and that's what I have.
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