The guilt of owning a dog
6 CommentsThursday, 12 July 2018 | Kate
I’ve just come off the beach. It’s 6.30am on a Thursday and Nikita and I have walked 2 miles along the sand and back, now we’re heading home.
She’s sniffed at the seaweed on the wooden groynes, chased a few seagulls who were off their game and peed on all the important pebbles. But mostly she’s simply plodded along behind me (she’s mostly collie and likes to know where everyone is) while I meander from sandy bit to sandy bit, avoiding the slippery rocky patches.
The only time I saw her truly come to life is when we met a Westie with a tennis ball stuffed in its mouth running up and down the sand. Suddenly, Nikita’s tail was up and she was bolting over the stones to chase her new friend. This play lasted approximately 30 seconds, then it was back to plodding as the Westie headed east.
And I just felt a massive stab of guilt. Not for the first time today and definitely not the last, that I am not giving my dog the life she wants, or deserves.
Does anyone else feel like this?
It’s got to be worse than having a child because, let’s face it, after the age of three a child can pretty much tell you what they like and don’t like. What floats their little three year old boat. But a dog never can.
Yes, there’s body language but I’m not about to go and get Nikita a ‘friend’ of her own to chase on the beach, because my lovely friend Debbie (trainer and behaviourist) assures me she would hate it. That she’s quite happy being an only dog, and feels safe sleeping all day on my bed.
Indeed, it doesn’t matter who’s in the house, Nikita likes to sleep on my bed, ignoring the lot of us. When I’m away and my friend Heather comes to stay (who Nikita adores) she largely ignores her too, until she hears the sound of the fridge opening
I cook my dog’s food for her, look after her teeth, make sure she doesn’t get fleas or worms, walk her at least twice a day, every day. When I’m not able to the fab Jolene comes and takes her out, sometimes for two hours. She gets a raw bone for entertainment, sometimes she wants it, sometimes not.
We go for great sniffs in the cemetery, long walks up on the downs and on the beach. As I mentioned before she sleeps on my bed most of the time, unless I’m in it then she huffs off to the sofa.
So why do I feel such guilt? Is this just how we feel when we own a pet, because we do own them. Their happiness and wellbeing is in our hands.
Who else feels the guilt? Leave me a comment and tell me all about it.