Tuesday, January 6, 2009
"Never argue about religion or politics" was a watchword in my youth.
But there's a third topic that brings out even more of an emotional response—pets!
I'm one of about four people on the planet at the moment who doesn't have or want a pet. (Fortunately, my husband is one of the other three.)
I like to keep myself isolated from the animal kingdom. I don't own one; neither would I hurt one, hunt one, or eat one or any part of one. I don't hate them, I just don't want to be friends with them. I barely have enough time for lunch with my human friends.
So, imagine my distress when my recent red-eye flights to Boston were filled with them. Dogs, mostly. The flights were fully booked with people in the seats and at least six dogs under them in my immediate vicinity.
They yapped all night. Wouldn't you, if you were in a cage under a seat for 8 hours?
I don't get it. I'm assuming the passengers with the dogs are pet-lovers. It seems funny to me, because as a non-pet lover, I would never put an animal through such an ordeal. Even though they put me through the ordeal of 2 sleepless nights.
I wonder which sub-genre of cozy mysteries allows offing a pet-owner.
Recently an owner of two dogs, who keeps the dogs in cages in the house while she and her husband are at work all day, told me that actually dogs like cages. "They like to nest and be cozy," she told me. [I find that confusing, since they have twice as many legs as we do, and we don't like to be in cages.]
Is that true? Were those yapping dogs on my flights full of joy and contentment? To me, it sounded more like "Get me out of here!"