* Prelude: There is a lot of mention of Big Brother at the beginning, but I swear this is a legitimate post! Just bare with it, m’kay? *
After wading through episode upon episode of DVR’d Dora, Diego and Thomas and Friends, I finally came upon my beloved Big Brother.
[Seriously, not even two yet and my kid's already dominating the DVR! It's! NOT! Fair!]
As I became engrossed in every episode (since I’m behind about a week = 6 episodes), train wreck after train wreck, I realized that from the 7 out of 8 seasons I’ve watched, this is the saddest bunch of fame hungry weirdos I’ve seen yet. They all drive me bat shit crazy. Seriously. There isn’t one person in that house I wouldn’t want to beat the crap out of. Except Nick and Mike, they could have beaten me. As long as they didn’t talk. I am so disenchanted with this season, but yet it’s so hard to look away!
The one person that drives me the most bat shit crazy (besides Jen because she’s a given.) is Amber. I’ve never seen someone cry so much!That weirdo cries over EVERYTHING. Everything being the wind is blowing and the sun is setting. *sniff* It’s just so beautiful and *sniff, sniff, sob, sob* I love it so much!
Gah!
Though, her fight with Dick about loving your pets as much as your children has resonated with me.
I thought I would side with her. Then Dick started asking questions like: “Would you risk your life to save your pet?”
I thought I would say yes, but hearing him say it out loud made me realize how odd it truly sounded.
A part of me said no.
No. I wouldn’t put my life on the line for my cat. (Sorry FatCat.) In fact, I’m just buying my time until he takes a dirtnap. (T-minus 10 years and counting. *sigh*) His quality of life has not wavered, he is still very well taken care of, but I just don’t care for him as much as I did (4.5 years ago).
When the dog came, she ruled the roost and was everything to us, the cat then became demoted to “FatCat” instead of “sweetpea”. With Carter’s arrival, Briggs was demoted too (as FatCat laughed in her face); she just wasn’t the baby anymore. I don’t think I’d sacrifice myself for her either now.
I have pets. They are no longer my babies. I have a human child, a dog and a cat.
I don’t compare their worth to that of my child.
That doesn’t mean that when my dog needs a $600 skin biopsy and specialty dog food (at $100 for a 20lb bag – for shit sakes!) that I won’t buy it. They are important, no question; but they are not comparable to my flesh and blood, but when I was without child, they were. I didn’t know the love of having a child.
So I can understand the people that walk their foo-foo little dogs in designer hand bags, the doggy strollers and all that jazz – since before children I would have probably done the same (though, getting a 50lb pit bull into a handbag would prove to be quite a feat).
I just have a hard time believing people that they love their animals just as much as their child.
Does that make me a bad pet “owner”? I don’t think so. Just realistic.
What do you think? Would you compare your love for your animal to the love of your child? Are they even comparable?
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Know what totally sucks? Hitting “Mark All As Read” on my Google Homepage Reader section. Now I have no idea what’s new and what’s not. If I haven’t visited and commented, that’s why. (Even though it’s a HUGe relief not to see that GINORMOUS list waiting for me!
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Pet love cannot be equated to the love you have for you kids, IMHO. My poor doggies have really fallen out of favor now that I have two kids. Sure I like them and want them to be happy and cared for, but it’s not the same as it was before kids.
(I’m thinking of hitting mark as read in my Google reader…so stressful to never be caught up!)
Charlie, my dog, keeps moving further and further down the food chain. He’s lucky he gets fed most days, poor dog.
And um reality TV these days scares me.
I can’t compare the two since I’m not yet a mother, but I’m sure you couldn’t compare the two anyways. For now, my two doggies are my babies and I think they always will be. Ask me when the little one is in terrible twos and I may have a very different answer for you, but experiencing the death of our family dog last year was like losing a family member – truly. And it’s still hard today as odd as that may sound to some. I love dogs, I always have and I always will. When I become a mother I will love in a whole new way that I’m not even aware of now. You bring up an interesting thought.
I haven’t watched BB in years, too much drama for me. I know if I watched it now, I’d be hooked – and that’s the problem!
I love BB. I’ve missed the last few episodes, but I want Dick to win. He’s my type of guy.
And Nixon, the World’s Greatest Dog, Ever? Well, I love him so much my heart could burst.
But if he was in a boat with my kids and I could only save two of them, the little sucker would have to sink like a stone, cuz my kids are my kids.
That said though, I do love him fiercely and passionately. I’d have to, to let the little rat sleep with his bum next to my nose.
But in my heart I know he is my pet not my BABY.
nonononono. would throw my cats under a bus for anything more entertaining. kind of joking, but no. kids trump cats.
Okay, about BB. I want to snap pretty much everyone but Eric’s neck at this point. And wow did Dick get STUPID all of a sudden. Ahem.
As for the pets? Actually, I would die for my pets. Because I took the responsibility of them, therefore, yes. I know, that makes me weird, and I’m okay with it. Because I don’t think it’s the same kind of love. Of course, dysfunction is my middle name, so take that with what you will.
After watching my family with their kids, I’ve figured out that my animals are just as dependent on me as my niece would be. I don’t plan on having kids, because frankly, I’d strangle the kid if he pissed me off. Not exactly conducive to mommy love there.
And to be fair, my mom equates her kids on par with animals: both can drown as long as she survives.
Oh! I found this through some sneaky internet looking of BB8 live feeds. Seriously, Amber? Is beyond the beyond. She’s over there with old Mel at this point. *sighs*
Well at least there’s another reason to think to she’s stupider than a drowning bag of rocks.
My pets are pets. I love them, but they are animals for God’s sake!
Now I have been a mom since 18, so I have never understood the whole my pet is the same as a human member of my family thing. My pet is part of my family–no doubt…but an animal member of my family and humans take presidence (sp?)…well, depends upon which members LMAO!!!!
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