Oof, busy day for Bob and for Bob's mom. One of my many errands today was to take Bob to the pet store to get his claws clipped. (Don't judge me, his claws are black and clipping is so challenging I give that to the professionals. I mean, I DO brush his teeth ya know!)So turns out I was a day late and a dollar short. Bob's rabies vaccine expired yesterday. YESTERDAY. After 3 years? Really?? No claw clip. AARRGH.
Actually, they call it a "nail trim" rather than a "claw clip." Seems they're really marketing for the dog pedicure with, and I kid you not, nail polish. Um, I love my dog, But there is no way I would subject him to celebrity owner arrogance with, oh for God's sake, nail polish. There is NO WAY I want to cart him around in a purse. Not just because that would be impossible -- can you imagine my chiropractic bills? But because what the eff is the point of having a dog in a purse??
Anyhow, this does make me think. I'm not a celebrity in my neighborhood. But Bob is. My neighbors and I are alike in that we know the names of the dogs we meet on a walk far better than the names of those who are walking them. And we fawn over them with petting and snuggles. Not that that's a bad thing. But why does our human nature drive us to do so?
Hmmmm. What IS celebrity? Why are we so drawn to it?
I have an idea. And the concept of celebrity enriches that idea. And I wouldn't have thought of that if it hadn't been for Bob.
Good Lesson. Thanks Bob.
p.s. as of this afternoon, Bob is up to date on his rabies and all, vaccinations. Plus a baseline CBC since he's now 7 (aka my age, see previous post). And the vet said I was taking good care of his teeth. Yay.
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