For the last few weeks I have been taking my kids to pet stores to look at dogs and cats every Saturday. Last Saturday we brought home a dog from Petsmart where the Lost Paws people hang out--don't tempt yourself! I knew it was just a matter of time before I gave in and got a dog. Because in my heart I am a dog person.
When I say "I am a dog person," I think of it as a compliment. And if you are a dog person you will too. If you aren't a dog person, however, it probably seems like a startling admission that I am dirty and whack. I know you think that because within the genre of "dog person" there are many levels. I'm around a level 6. At level 6 you still have a sense of how you are perceived by other humans. A full-on 10 is pretty far gone, if you ask me. When I say that I'm a dog person I think it means that I am compassionate and selfless and interesting and fun. But I happen to think that cat people are dirty and whack. And then there are people who are simply anti-pet all together--their hearts are black. (But their floors are clean!) That's just how it is.
It's the same for vegetarians, extroverts, health nuts, home bodies, drama people, news junkies, bloggers, and computer geeks. If you call yourself a computer geek, you actually think it's very cool. But to everyone else you really are just a geek. "Vegetarian" has very few negative connotations to a vegetarian. But to me it's short-hand for a person that I don't like. I guess this phenomenon grew out of polite society both as a way to brag in an acceptable manner, "Oh, I know. My voting is sooooo informed--I'm a total news junkie! I hate it!" And to insult people without them knowing, "Yeah, that Kacy--she's what you call a real dog person. . . if you know what I mean." I like it. It spares people's feelings for the most part while making health nuts think everyone admires them. It's what MBAs (if you know what I mean) call a "win/win situation," all the while thinking that we are jealous of them and their money instead of disdainful of their so-called "education" which us English Majors consider "lacking."
At any rate, I am the proud owner of a 2-year-old Sheltie named Ollie. He's housetrained, fetches, and heels like a dream! He fits in great with Ozzy, my other shelter-find. As much as we revere Ozzy, Christian and I both admitted to being embarrassed that people might think we are "cat people" because we have a cat. We are much happier now.
PS Ozzy and Ollie came with those names--it's a coincidence.
PPS I'm not worried about offending cat people because they would never read the blog of a dog person, and vice versa.
PPPS Remember, Martha Stewart has dogs (whatever that means).
PPPPS Please don't bring up our dogs from 2 years ago that we had to surrender for killing wildlife and biting neighbors. We don't like to talk about it! I never said being a dog person would be easy--I only said it would be worth it.