Something I’ve often pondered. I don’t consider myself Mick’s “mom,” and I have given birth and raised a child, so I know the difference–and the similarities. There are enough that I’d say my role in Mick’s life is inescapably maternal. And more neurological studies than are mentioned here show the overlap is large and real for both species.
by Lara of Rubicon Days
There has been an editorial circulating lately, not unlike articles before it, written by an oddly bitter mother of three admonishing pet guardians who choose to refer to their dogs as “babies” or “furkids.” It’s not the first of its kind, but it’s drawn a lot of attention because it is particularly critical and overly defensive, and the author attests that it is an insult to “real” mothers for people to compare pets to children. This woman is really angry. I’m not going to link to it here, but if you haven’t seen it, just Google “No, Your Dog Is Not Your Baby.”
I don’t call myself a dog mom. I prefer to refer to myself as their guardian, because my dogs had mothers, and I’m not their mother. It’s a semantics thing – perhaps being a poet, I want…
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