“Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them’s making a poop, the other one’s carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge.”
― Jerry Seinfeld
Let me begin by saying that I freaking love animals. Well, almost all animals. I’m not a huge fan of the hyena or the wolverine because they are just huge assholes.
That’s a scientific fact.
I’ll start over. I love all non-douchebag animals.
Now that we have that established…
I especially love dogs. I have a dog who is so awesome, it’s like if Jesus Christ and Spiderman had a dog baby. Yeah, that’s how god-damned off the hook my dog is.
However, I do sit and ponder at times, as I watch him go at his donkus like it’s his last meal, why we think it’s OK to have these beasts live INSIDE our houses and skulk among us.
(I know you may be wondering if this profound thought occurred to me after the inhalation of some organic substance but the answer is no. I don’t need weed to think like this. At least not this time.)
Most of us generally try to minimize the invasion of outside elements inside our cozy little human dens. We freak out and go all Charles Manson on spiders, flies, mice, rats, whatever living thing was not expressly invited into our Pottery Barn lives.
But, for some reason, we find it completely acceptable to have filthy canines and felines take over our entire home, shed skin and hair all over the place, upchuck anything from cat turds to hairballs to chicken bones on our new area rugs (a wipeable surface isn’t even open for discussion), and practically shoot fleas and ticks at you like one of those t-shirt guns.
Then they top it all off by mining their buttholes with their tongues and proceed to lick you all over the face.
They are totally flipping us off, you know that, right? They are all a pack of hairy grifters pulling the best scam ever.
It really is like we are in some sort of sado-masochistic relationship where we have not established a safe word.
They stink up our houses, lay around all day, don’t pay any rent, demand to be watered AND fed and crap all over our lawns.
It’s like your annoying unemployed brother-in-law has come for an extended visit.
But, damn it, they are so soft and cute!!!
The entire human race has been glammered. Like vampire glammered.
Has anyone even looked into other species to bring into our homes for….whatever the hell it is they do for us?
(Yeah, I know…love, companionship, acceptance. All the stuff we are supposed to get from other humans and don’t. Which is why the divorce rate is so high.)
For your consideration: the naked mole rat. Now here is an animal that can use a little love and acceptance.
Just think of the fun little outfits you could dress him in. And, this guy could really use a sweater.
Not so much?
OK, how about a sloth? From what I read in Us Magazine last time I was at the gynecologist, they are all the rage right now.
Though, personally, owning one of the seven deadly sins feels a little risky.
OK, so now that I have googled as many weird animals as I can to avoid work, I suppose dogs and cats do have a bit of a case. They’ve learned to adapt to us and we’ve not only adapted to them, we worship them like deities.
What’s that you say, man’s best friend? You need me to express your anal glands?