Me and dogs

I clearly have the wrong reaction to dogs. I was walking through the mall yesterday (which was actually a lot more difficult than it should have been, since everyone and their dogs—literally—were there), and I saw a couple of middle aged women pushing their strollers through the throngs of shoppers crowding the hallways.

In those strollers, dogs. Little (not chihuaha little, like pug dog little) dogs wrapped in child blankets like surrogate children through which these women could achieve that motherly feeling that instinctually drives them.

But while most people reacted with phrases like “oh, how cute!” or “how much for those?” I found myself annoyed that anyone would even think to do something like that. Who buys a stroller for their dog and wheels them around a mall? Seriously! It’s a dog.

You leave it at home. In the car (with the windows down). It drools, shits, and humps things in ways that human babies can only dream of achieving. In short, it is not a child. And it is therefore not cute to wheel it around in diapers and baby blankets.

But this is clearly the wrong reaction. Because dogs are cute, right?