I love animals. At least in theory. When I was a young girl, I brought home every stray — and admittedly some not-so-stray — puppy or kitten I saw. I wanted a house full of pets. I knew I’d be a veterinarian when I grew up.
My mind was changed when I had my first amazing baby girl on July 22, 1987. My world changed. Suddenly the value of a soul was apparent and I was in awe at being part of the amazing act of creating life.
Since that day, whenever I hear someone describe pet dogs or cats as “my kids” — or call a mutt “part of the family” — I want to throw a shoe. Yea, I’m hypersensitive, but seriously, it’s a strongpet/strong. It’s cute and cuddly and all that, but it’s still just a pet. Let’s stay focused on reality for a second. There is no way in heck they are going to get in the way of raising my children.
The other day I heard about the Puppies vs. Babies online contest — could they at least have called in the Babies vs. Pupppies contest? — and the shoe launching began. That’s like saying, “Hey, gals, let’s vote. What do you love more, your husband or your scrapbooking supplies?”
So, here I am asking — nay, begging — you to click on over to Puppies vs. Babies and vote up the human babies! Yessiree, puppies and cute and cuddly and smoochy-faced. But babies are more precious than anything on earth!