Anyone who comes into my office can tell I'm a little obsessed. I have an "I love my dog" collage on my bulletin board (which also contains many pictures of my little man cat).
|There are a few family pictures in the top right, a few NYer cartoons, my syllabi and assignment sheets, and the rest is pets.|
|There are equal numbers of family pictures and pet pictures on my shelves.|
|Ok, so they are both good napping buddies.|
But honestly, in some regards, life would be easier without my pets. My carpets would be cleaner. I wouldn't have to detour by my parents' to drop pets off if I wanted to visit my sister for a long weekend (or impose on my parents by dropping the pets off). I wouldn't have to rush home, spending more time in the car than at home, at lunch on days I have to stay at work late. I would have SIGNIFICANTLY more money without all of the vet bills, treats, pee cleaners, toys, training classes. Having a pet is work. Having a pet means making sacrifices, and they are worth it. But I recognize that I sometimes I have to make choices between going on trips and being a responsible pet owner, buying an iPad and paying vet bills, having a normal and relatively calm day at work and having to rush home at lunch. I don't regret the decision to have pets. I love them and want them, but I think anyone who has pets and can't admit that they don't make life more complicated is in some serious denial.
When my friend looked at me that way, I felt like one of those working mothers that write books on the work-family balance and talk about the way non-working mothers look at them when they say they enjoy work. Maybe a book on the pet-life balance will be my break through book (and my key to getting on Dancing with the Stars?).