Referring to Ourselves as Dog Moms. A Label that Can Evoke Many Feelings.

me and g in thought eI came across a very interesting article today titled: “Why Do Dog People Get Pissed at Dog Moms?” by Carol Bryant.

I think she made some very good points. But one thing I struggle with is when we call our pets, kids. Carol stated in her article that “dogs are the new kids.” Each of us is entitled to our opinion and I certainly mean no disrespect for what others feel, as we all have that right. My response to this article are just my thoughts I wish to express.

While I deeply love my dogs and they are a huge part of my life, I don’t see them as children. I think it’s important to make the distinction. While at the same time, I feel we get hung up on labels. But that is how we identify, people, places and things by a label, so others know what we are talking about.

Do I call myself mom to my dogs? Yup, I do. Because in one aspect it sounds much nicer than guardian or owner. I also like the warm feelings it evokes. I don’t own them either. I look out for their well being and do the very best I can to help them live a happy life.

The word mom can mean so many different things whether you care for children or you care for animals or pets. I think for me as I think about this article and the title mom, it comes down to love. I love my dogs. People love their kids. Other people may love their donkey or chickens.

I enjoy nurturing and caring for my dogs, just like many mom’s do their children or other people in their lives such as spouses, parents, friends, or whoever it is that they care about.

Carol stated in her article that she has heard the statement “that if you didn’t give birth, you aren’t a mom.” I agree with what she said and that just because you give birth does not make you a mom. Carol wrote, “People adopt. I choose to spend my life with dogs, not children. It isn’t politically correct nor socially acceptable to question an adoptive human parent, so why question a dog mom? In many cases, the whole concept of pet parenting is that pets have replaced children for many of us. Some of us wait longer to be married, have fewer children, and prefer to dote upon the four-legged variety instead of the two-legged species.”

Maybe others out there purposely chose to have pets instead of kids, but I can’t say I thought of it in these terms. While I know I didn’t want children, and I know I love caring for dogs, I don’t see them as a replacement for kids. I just happen to enjoy having dogs in my life for many reasons. I love to take care of them, I love having them at my side and I truly enjoy being open to the lessons they teach me, that only dogs can do. My life would look very, very different if not for the dogs I’ve had to date, and Kylie and Gidget that I have now.

Another issue Carol pointed out in her article is that in the eyes of the law, animals are viewed as property. “If someone harms your dog, they have essentially damaged your property. This makes you a property owner. Pretty unsentimental and demoralizing, isn’t it?”

It upsets me to think they are viewed as property and again, even though I don’t see them as children (which in my view would make them human, which they aren’t) they are living, breathing, spiritual beings who deserve kindness, compassion and love. If we took away the word property perhaps we would have less abuse of innocent animals. But then again, maybe not, as there are vast reasons why this occurs.

Lastly Carol shared that she attended the Global Pet Expo in 2013 when the President of the American Pet Products Association said, “I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say pet humanization is evident in every category of the marketplace.”

What bothers me about that is that it isn’t our pets that are being marketed to, it is us, as humans. Pets don’t get to decide what beds they want (or don’t want), toys, food, etc. We, as humans, have to make those choices and hope that we are doing our very best for them. The pet market is a huge industry and I think in part because so many of us have humanized them to the detriment sometimes of the animal.

The article sited that science is on our side when it comes to humanizing our pets with a non-profit and research organization called Human Animal-Bond Research Initiative. According to their website they:  research and education organization that is gathering, funding and sharing the scientific research that demonstrates the positive health impacts of animals on people. The growing body of scientific evidence that proves the specific health benefits of the human animal bond can be used by everyone – from doctors to policymakers – to make informed decisions that improve both human and animal health. 

I agree 100% with the positive impact animals have on people, as well as, the positive impact we have on animals in the world. The human-animal bond is a beautiful thing. It’s why I started my blog, and writing about animals. To share that unique and special relationship. It’s why I did therapy dog work with Frankie, which was rewarding in so many ways. I grew by leaps and bounds from what I learned through those experiences. My life is enriched in so many ways because of my love for animals.

So it comes down for me that yes, I call myself mom to my dogs. I don’t really care if someone takes issue with that word. I know I love them and they bring me so much joy. That is all that matters. While I don’t see them as kids, I respect if others do. It is just my hope that we aren’t trying to make dogs (or animals) something that they are not. We still need them to be just what they are, which is dogs, just as we want to be who we are.

Carol’s question at the end of the article is asking her readers if the title dog mom/dad should be reserved for humans only. I don’t think so at all. I’m proud to love and nurture my dogs and feel blessed that I can have them in my life.

Meet Pickles: #26 Paralyzed Dog Helped with Wheelchair thru The Frankie Wheelchair Fund

pickles cReady to share in another happy dance with me?  Meet Pickles who is the 26th dog The Frankie Wheelchair Fund has helped gain mobility!

Pickles had a very tough thing happen to him. But little did he know angel number one was waiting in the wings and angel number two would come along soon.

You see, Pickles was thrown from a moving car. Being thrown from the car paralyzed Pickles. Angel number one saw this happen and immediately pulled over to help Pickles. She also just happened to be an animal advocate who has spent her entire life helping animals in need.

Unfortunately angel number one, though her heart of pure gold for helping so many animals throughout her adult life, didn’t have the finances to help Pickles. This is where angel number two swiftly moved in after hearing about Pickles. Meet Inga who has run Canine Crusaders rescue for 17 years.

inga and pickles eShe saw that angel number one was doing her best to care for Pickles. Expressing his bladder and helping him live a pretty good life despite not having a wheelchair to get around. She just knew she had to help them both have a better life!

This is when she contacted Eddie’s Wheels who sent her my way to see if The Frankie Wheelchair Fund could pay for Pickles wheels.

Well, as you can see by Pickles very happy, smiling face, the rest is history! He is having so much fun in his new wheels Inga has told me, even sharing a video of how he started zooming around almost the moment he was put in the wheelchair. Note: I’m not sure how to share the video on here since it was sent as a .mov file.  Sorry.

Pickles continues to live with Angel number one and is living life to the fullest. This angel mission now complete!

If you’d like to make a donation and/or become an ambassador helping us help dogs in need of a wheelchair, please click on the heart below. Or if you’d like to apply for the fund, please click here.

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Back to the Center of Ritual and Calm.

g and me with bike 12I love celebrating my birthday and last week was filled with wonderful memories that now live forever in my heart.

On Friday morning, the day of my 51st birthday I felt the impulse to hop on my bike and take a spin around our little village. A brief stop to look out over the lake, I felt like the lake was welcoming me to another year.

Now that last week has passed, I have to say, I’m really appreciating being back to ritual and calm again today. As I placed my bare feet upon my yoga mat this morning, clasped my hands in prayer in front of my heart, gazing out onto the lush green trees outside my writing cottage, I felt my body exhale a huge sigh. I felt like I was welcoming myself home.

Though I love celebrating, at times I felt a bit overwhelmed last week. I was out of my daily rituals that ground me like yoga, my new breathing exercise I’ve recently learned, and sitting in stillness for ten minutes each day. I didn’t get much writing or work done either. But it was okay, as I know myself well enough now that I will find my way back to the center.

I’ve come to realize being back on my yoga mat how very much I truly appreciate my rituals. How I love my quiet space. How I deeply love my simple life.

Yesterday was the first day since last week Tuesday that I had nothing planned. I didn’t need to be anywhere. I decided to make it a creative day so my mind could find its way back to a more relaxed place. I stayed off my computer all day so I could ease back into the quiet of my mind.

It was delicious! I painted five little birdhouses that I will be doing something fun with. I will share a photo once that project is complete. I saw the idea in a magazine and can’t wait to see how the little houses look in the special spot I will be putting them.

I also doodled in my new sketch pad. This is something pretty new for me. I’ve been hooked on something called zenspirations by Joanne Fink. I’ve never considered myself one to be able to draw, but Joanne makes it seem less intimidating. I also like that it is based around words and quotes. I sat outside on the deck under our big locust tree and got lost in hours of creating.

I’m feeling back in alignment as I sit at my desk this morning. Tasks to focus on, heart whispers I’m listening to and wanting to explore. Last week filled with so much to do my heart yearned for the walk back to calm and simplicity that I call home. It feels so good to be home again. So good.

“A daily ritual is a way of saying, “I’m voting for myself; I’m taking care of myself.”  ~ Mariel Hemingway