I feel like for the most part I know the people who stop by here every day to read my ramblings. And I think you’re good people. You’re animals lovers, you can take a joke, and you’re not crazy irrational internet readers. I genuinely like you.
So today’s post is basically a self indulgent rant aimed at people who won’t even read it. I’ll make it quick, I promise.
We all have our triggers. Things that we care deeply about that might set us off, in one direction or the other.
Let’s talk about Harlow. More specifically Harlow in his booties.
I’ve been judged online (and in person) for the fact Harlow wears snow boots. These are actually his fancy booties. Some times he just wears his purple rubbers.
A popular Vizsla Instagram page regrammed this photo of Harlow and I had to stop myself from getting into an internet fight with a man who criticized me for putting my dog in “shoes” and for also “raising a dog in Chicago.”
He’s the authority of where you can raise dogs and clearly I don’t meet his expectations.
Internet fights are tempting, aren’t they? Every single day I have to fight the angry troll inside of me who so badly wants to speak up and yell back at the ignorant comments I see floating around everywhere. But then I’m no better than they are, so I resist. Instead, I spend about five minutes in my head having a fake argument with these fake people. Sometimes I even write the response, think about it a little more, then always delete. It’s not worth it.
And then I write a blog post…
So let me clear this up. I don’t make Harlow wear boots because I think it’s fun. It’s the opposite actually. Getting these orange monsters on his feet is like putting a toddler in ski boots. I’ve never actually put a toddler in ski boots, but I imagine it’s difficult.
And he doesn’t wear boots because it’s cute. Well let’s admit it, he does look pretty stinkin cute, but that’s not the reason.
Harlow wears boots and dog-rubbers on his feet because the salt that Chicago puts down in the winter burns his paw pads. It gets in the crevices and it’s very painful for him. I know, because he’s told me. When I’m being a bad/lazy dog mom and we go out when there’s salt on the ground he’ll either limp on three legs, alternating between which foot hurts the worst. Or he’ll simply say screw it and he won’t walk at all.
I’ve carried him home more than a few times and it’s not easy. He is heavy AF. And maybe it’s just a ploy on his part to be carried, he’s such a diva baby I wouldn’t put it past him.
I’ve met other dog owners who tell me the salt doesn’t bother their dogs, so it’s different for everyone. I’m quite sure Harlow has a very low pain tolerance since he’s never known discomfort in his entire life. He takes after his dad… jk jk, Chris won’t read this post for months so it’s okay.
So in conclusion, to the man on the internet who is angry Harlow wears boots and lives in a city, please stop being such a judgmental dbag. Yes, I wish I could give Harlow a country life where he could run in open fields as long as he pleases, chasing deer and eating fish straight from a creek, but I can’t. So instead I’ll do the best I can here. And that means 4 walks a day, 3 dog park visits per day, and snow boots in the winter.
I think if you ask him he’ll tell you he’s got a pretty good life. But right now he’s snoring next to me wrapped in his faux fur white blanket, so I’ll have to get back to you.
Let’s make an effort to be a little less judgy of each other. We’re all just trying our best here.