Size Matters

So, there I was, eating my lunch, minding my own business when I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation a table away. One lady was going on about the trials and travails of going on vacation with her dog.

I still don’t get you overboard, pets-are-humans, animal lovers. You don’t need to dress them up. You don’t need to take pictures of new born puppies and pass them around the break room while acting like you had just spent 18 hours at the hospital as your daughter gave birth. Pets are not your kids. If you think owning an animal is anything close to having a kid, then you need to be smacked upside the head.

And you sure don’t need to take them on vacation with you!

This lady went on and on about the difficulties of finding hotels that accepted pets, and then once she and hubby had found some pet accepting hotels they were still disappointed to find that these hotels had a pet size limit.

“No pets over 50 pounds,” she said. “What does it matter?”

What does it matter? 50 pound animals leave behind 50-pound-animal-size piles of crap. When I come across a steaming pile of poo so large that there is a possibility it could have come from the fat, white guy in the room next to mine, then let me tell you something: size definitely matters.