The common story I hear among animal lovers is something along the lines of, ” Yeah, I grew up with eight Huskies, two chickens, five goats and fifteen cats.” *blinks my eyes a few times* Okay, well, perhaps that’s an exaggeration. But my point is, I feel so different because my past is not one filled with animals. Imaginary dogs and Beanie Babies were the only canines I grew up with. Yet here I am, making a living by writing about dogs.
I grew up with a cat. That’s right – ONE cat. I spent my childhood in the suburbs of Indianapolis, where pretty much no one in my tight knit neighborhood had dogs…at least not that I can remember. I had been chased by dogs a few times and I remember my cousin getting bitten by the neighbor dog, and it was because of this that I grew up terrified of dogs. By the time I was a teenager, however, I realized I was missing out because I didn’t have a canine companion. Now as I approach 30 years old, I’m a pet blogger and I write about dogs a majority of the time. But I have a confession: I’m not a dog person.
Since I was raised around Koos, a beautiful Calico cat, I’ve had a soft spot for kitties my whole life. In fact, I’ll probably always have a cat. Right now I have three and it’s no secret that I’d love to adopt more cats.
I write about dogs because the love of my life is a Chihuahua. I did have a “heart cat” Edison, whom I lost four years ago. If he was still around, I may have been a cat blogger instead. Who knows. But I do a lot with my dogs. Travel, shop, eat at restaurants, go to play dates. I live my life as a dog mom just as a human mom lives her life. It made sense that I became a “90% dog blogger, who blogs about cats when the mood strikes.”
Because Dog Mom Days is my livelihood, people assume I’m a dog person. DOG MOM! HELLO! You MUST be a dog person.
I’m not a dog person. I’m an animal person.
I love dogs. But I love cats equally. I just love them…differently. I also love Guinea pigs, hamsters, horses, donkeys, reptiles, exotic birds, ferrets, fish, and the list goes on. I appreciate households that welcome several species as family members. Love is love, right?
People always ask me, “You must prefer ONE over the other, don’t you?” (Speaking of the great old dogs vs. cats debate). “No, not really. I love dogs and cats the same.”
Is it hard to comprehend? For some people, yes, it is. Many people enjoy cats because they are independent and low maintenance. Others love dogs because of their ability of love unconditionally. Everyone has their reasoning, and I enjoy hearing why people feel the way they do.
The fact of the matter is, I’m not a dog person. I’m not a cat person. I’m a “whatever creature I fall in love with because I adore all animals” person. Society has put this idea into our heads that we must gravitate toward one species over the other, but that’s simply not the case for me.
I have an indescribable bond with Wynston, but I had the same with my cat Edison. In fact, I’m currently growing that type of bond with my Siamese cat, Leila. If I could travel with Leila and take her to play dates, I absolutely would. I love her SO much. While I consider myself a dog mom, I also call myself a cat mom, I just don’t express it as loudly.
If I had to choose between dogs or cat, I simply couldn’t. How about you? Do you consider yourself a dog or cat person?
(This art by Sarah Anderson describes me perfectly!)