We have a tendency to treat our animals as our children. Maybe that statement only applies to those of us older than a "certain age," whatever that is, but I know it's true in our house.
The proof (besides our kissing and cooing to the point that makes non-animal lovers nauseous) is seen in the following two stories. Though they involve my wife as the human, I could've done the same thing.
About 4 weeks ago, our Chihuahua, Autumn, needed a vet's appointment. My wife called, they answered the phone and asked how they could help. Without thinking, Alicia said that she wanted to make an appointment for "our daughter." She realized what she said and corrected herself, but she and the receptionist had a long, good laugh about it. Apparently, this had happened before.
At our home, the third bedroom is referred to as "the office," for an obvious reason. When I came home today, I asked where Autumn was and was told, "she's in her office." I immediately had a craving to get our puppy some coffee and make copies for her.
Have your own animal stories? I'd love to hear them (and share them if you don't mind). Just drop me a note or give me a call. The contact info is: 602-466-2636, 480-628-9786, and jbushman@farmersagent.com.
And, if you don't want to talk about your insurance, let me know and I won't ask whether you'd like to save a boatload of money on insurance for your car, home, business or that boat.
Thanks for your attention.
Jeff Bushman
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