Now your moment of insensitivity

[featherynscale]

Note: Despite what I am about to say, I love dogs. Mostly all dogs, even small yippy dogs that attack your ankles for no reason other than sheer doggie spite, and giant drooly dogs that insist upon licking you in the face and nearly drowning you.

*BUT*
I hate it when people refer to their dogs as "furbabies" or "furchildren". They are dogs. They are not midgets in fuzzy suits. Midget in fuzzy suit = Ewok, and I think we all know the difference there, which is spears and other primitive weaponry.

Which brings me to my next point: The Rainbow Bridge. While I appreciate the impulse to assign your pet a happy afterlife, seriously, kids, that one's taken. Every time I hear about the doggies and kitties going to the Rainbow Bridge, I think of Heimdall, up there, chasing your dead shih tzu away from the foot of Bifrost, where she's just piddled and washed some of the color off. Yep. Heimdall the Guardian, riding herd over a billion pampered and inbred showdogs, while the giants chip away. Showdogs = Ragnarok. I've always said so.

Comments

Amen, sister.

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

I've used phrases like "doggie heaven" to explain to my children what has happened to Katy and Logan...and sort of feel comforted by the image of a (fenced off) area of wonderful things to roll in and chase.

But it's always chapped my ass that a person can get 57 emails or posts of sympathy for a pet's passing and yet none for a beloved grandmother.

I spoil my dog(s) and perhaps give them more credit for thoughtfulness and internal monologue than they deserve, but I do it knowing that it's a silly indulgence, you know?