Is it wrong to love dogs more than babies? Sometimes it feels that way. As a woman, shouldn’t I be hankering to reproduce? Shouldn’t the mere sight of a newborn cause my uterus to twitch and my heart to melt?
In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Sure, I can appreciate babies from a distance and I have been known, on occasion, to even fawn over particular, ultra-special babies and children. (Like my niece. God, is she ever cute!) But for the most part, kids just don’t do it for me. A confession: something I am consciously, specifically thankful for on a daily basis is the fact that Marty and I do not have kids. Go figure.
Dogs, on the other hand, are a totally different story. I have been going through major Robertina withdrawal since March, and I have found myself craving the feel and smell of dog fur. Call me crazy, but it’s true. (Even the dreams I have had of Robertina so far just involve us lying together in a sunbeam on the ground. I pet her ears, her head, and her side. She just breathes and relaxes. I need to feel the fur.)
Working down on the causeway, we see a whole lot of babies and a whole lot of dogs. Guess which ones I accost and fondle exclusively? Thank goodness the answer is dogs, because otherwise that would be creepy and most likely against the law. 🙂 I. Love. Dogs!!
We’re not really in a position to have a dog of our own right now, so I’m glad that so many dogs come down to the harbour to help me get my fix. We have seen big dogs (our favourites), small dogs, dark dogs, light dogs, old dogs, young pups– all sorts of dogs! For the most part, the owners will oblige me and let me pet their dogs if I ask. Most owners will even turn their heads politely when I snuggle right up to their dogs and deeply inhale the smell of their fur. (Thank Jesus for that! They have no idea how much I need that contact.)
I just feel like a bit of an oddball when I compare myself to the Archetypal Woman Figure, or even to some of my friends (many of whom are awesome parents or at least aspire to be parents some day). Should I not be obsessing over children and making concrete plans to have some of my own? Because I’m not. Me around babies? A tepid and awkward combination at best. Me around dogs, though? See me reduced to a giddy mess– cooing, cuddling, petting, and all-around loving. Perhaps I require professional help.