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Edited on Thu Aug-23-07 10:00 AM by slackmaster
It carries a lot more nobility than pet or critter, and terms like companion animal make me gag. The full names of my two cats (I recently lost a third one BTW) are Unit 3 the Terrible and Samantha the Beast. My desert tortoise is named Bonus the Bad.
The tomato plant thing was the last straw in the sense that it got me to end my procrastination in finding a better home for the dog. The tomatoes are an important source of clean, nutritious food for me - more importantly the represent a large investment of my scarce free time. The original plan was for me to keep the dog for a few months until her previous owner got into a living situation where she could take the dog back. That never happened, so what I intended as a short-term favor was slowly boiled into me being a dog owner.
The problem wasn't my dog, the problem is my life-long difficulty in motivating myself to take on a non-trivial task among many things that are more pressing in my day-to-day life. When I am not working I tend to daydream. I get overwhelmed by my ongoing home renovation project, the need to maintain basic household sanitation, trying to keep a vehicle on the road, the garden, the pets, commitments to family and friends, and being on call 7/24 for my job about four weeks out of every six.
Can you blame anyone for getting the idea that you weren't doing right by the dog?
I attribute reactions like yours to something I find negative about the culture of many dog owners, and it goes to the heart of the difference between dog people and cat people: People who prefer dogs have a strong need to control things, a difficulty trusting others and just letting things that are out of their control go.
I tried for over a year to feel like a part of the dog owner culture, but far too often I got ridiculed for having a small mixed-breed dog. My dog wasn't formidable enough or scary enough or macho enough for a lot of dog-owning men. Never mind that she makes a great loyal companion, loves to play, is gentle with children and other animals, is fun to walk, and learns quickly. Or that she rarely barks unless something unusual is going on in the area, which is exactly what I'd think a dog should do. I was subjected to way too many teasing remarks about her resemblence to Dorthy's Toto in The Wizard of Oz. It's not that I don't like the dog so much as I don't like the way a subset of dog owners treat their pets as some kind of status symbol (as many people do their children). I haven't rubbed elbows much with owners of valuable show cats, but it seems to me cat owners are a lot more universally accepting of other peoples' pets. Cat owners don't invest a lot of their identity in what type of cat they have.
And no, I didn't decide to find a new home for the dog BECAUSE of that strange treatment. It's something I have to do and have always had to do regardless of how other dog people accepted me.
I came to the DU Lounge looking for a little moral support from people who are at least somewhat like-minded, and what do I get? Chasitised by hand-wringing "experts" who take themselves far too seriously, proclaiming that I'm not doing it exactly right because I'm not doing it the way they would instruct me, and assuming that my 49-year-old mind couldn't possibly be sharp enough to figure out whether or not someone has a good chance of providing a decent home for an easy dog, or to detect someone who is looking for lunch for their giant Burmese python. Knee-jerk reactions by people who couldn't possibly have enough information to evaluate my situation or my state of mind. Unsolicited judgements of the soundness of my strategy and tactics. A paranoid belief that any pet offered on craigslist is likely to end up as fodder for medical research.
It appears my second candidate, the official from Scripps Institution of Oceanography, isn't going to work out because she has an elderly dog who would be uncomfortable with a little hyper friend. That, for your information, is the level of discussion I am having. Probably about what someone from the Humane Society would do had I elected to spend a block of three or four hours on a work day turning my dog over to them for placement. Finding a home for the dog on my own is something I can do without having to make excuses for not being at work during business hours.
This isn't rocket science. I think I am quite capable of doing this task.
Anyway, I hope you do find her a good home.
Thanks!
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