Anonymous wrote:When talking to my kids about our dog, I jokingly refer to him as their little brother. I don’t literally think he’s their brother, but they need to watch out for him like they’d watch out for a toddler: don’t leave things out that you don’t want him to get into, correct him if he’s doing something he shouldn’t, don’t let him wander out the door alone. I don’t call myself or think of myself as his mom, but I sure do mother him! I feed him, groom him, clean up after him, discipline him, teach him things, get him medical care, try to keep him safe, healthy and happy. I worry about him, I love him.
Decades ago, I knew people who kept their dogs outside, never took their dog anywhere, had zero concern about their dogs being mentally stimulated, and would have laughed at the suggestion to brush their dogs’ teeth. I’d never heard of a dog being on anxiety medication 35 years ago. I didn’t know anyone who had a regular dog walker. Things have changed and more people now consider their dogs to be members of the family. They want their dogs to have the perfect nutrition. They won’t buy dog toys made in China. They’re willing to spend big bucks on memory foam dog beds so their aging pets can be more comfortable. I can understand why people feel like they’re parenting their dogs. “Dog mom” is shorthand for all that.
I do this, but with the Roomba.