Going To The Dogs

I'm never surprised by the silliness of some people. The amount of time and money people waste on frivolous things makes me glad that I don't have loads of disposable income. Given the amount of time I sometimes find myself with, it's scary to think of the foolish ways I could blow extra cash. I saw a story today that caught me by surprise.

There is a new trend for people to dress their pets in formal wear, and have them attend their weddings. See, I told you people were silly. In the story, a couple was interviewed and they went on and on about how they were always asked about their dogs because the woman had two, three pound dust mop dogs and the guy had a 200 pound mastiff. They decided they would dress these doggies in bridal gowns and a tux, and put them on their invitations. The biggest problem they said was finding a tux for the big dog. No, I think the biggest problem is that you lack a life. The article also had a picture of a one of a kind doggy gown that cost thousands of dollars. How screwed up are some people's priorities that they would spend that kind of money on a dress that the dog will probably poop on? I know people bridesmaids sometimes do the same thing, but that's a different story. Why not give that money to a charity, make a donation to a school, burn it, something that at least makes some sense? Not that burning money makes sense, but it seems more rational than putting you hound in designer duds.

The other thing that got me was that these people said that their dogs were like their kids. They even went so far as to say that dogs are more of a responsibility than kids because you don't have to walk a kid at ten o'clock at night in the winter. I actually looked at that sentence with my head tilted, like a dog looking at a fan. Are you insane? I can't be the only one to see the flaw in that logic. Sure you don't have to walk a kid late at night, so that must make it easier to have a kid. Let's forget, tuition, clothing, food, and the fact that instead of letting them just run outside to do their business, I have to unload a Pamper full of God-knows-what. You're right Crazy, having a kid is easier. I always have to argue with my dogs to go to bed, take a shower and eat their vegetables. Yeah, I wasn't thinking, I can leave my kid home alone for hours, let them drink out of the toilet and smack them on the nose with a paper when they eat my shoes. I'm so dumb, pets are more responsibility than kids. Hey look, you're space ship is here you wack job.

I'm off to play with my dogs and my kid. Only one of them is dressed, I'll let you guess which one. I know that down the road I'll have to buy prom dresses, and maybe even a wedding dress for "Daughter". That's enough chiffon for me. The dogs will have to fend for themselves. Later...Brian