I took a bit of flak about what I posted this past Tuesday,
primarily from cat lovers. I don’t hate cats; really, I don’t. But I also don’t
romanticize or anthropomorphize them. I honestly can’t picture myself
comfortably sipping chamomile in a room chock full of them. I think I’d be
constantly watching my cup for signs of stray hairs. If that’s your thing, it’s
okay. It just isn’t mine. Last weekend we accepted an invitation to the local
dog park. Our schnauzer had a blast. He got to romp with a Welsh corgi, a
Yorkie, an English bulldog, a chihuahua and an enthusiastic collie pup. The sun
was shining, but it was a very brisk morning. I kept thinking how nice it would
have been if I’d thought to bring a Thermos of hot chocolate. That’s when it
dawned on me: it’s not that I’m a cat hater. I’d just rather spend my time in
the company of dogs.
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