I’ve always said that people who don’t like animals aren’t people I want to associate with. I’ve had all kinds of feathered and furry pets throughout my life including (but not limited to) a beautiful white swan, a shoe-obsessed iguana, an injured pigeon I took in when I was 12, a pair of fiesty ferrets named Dude and Noel, and a baby bat I nursed back to health when it was abandoned by his mother. I didn’t know the first thing about bats when I brought “Frankie” (short for Frankenstein) home with me, but I learned never to let a baby bat “hang out” in your closet. I had droppings where one should never get droppings.
Well despite my utter fascination with the animal world (and my quest to find a fellow animal lover to share my life with) I married a man who never even had a HAMSTER, and is quite perplexed by the human obsession with animals of any kind. (Yep, hindsight is 20/20). Thankfully, God was kind to me and gave me a child who adores animals, and I’ve been able to share that with our son Ethan. You should see my husband’s face when Ethan and I decide we’re going to spend the day at a local petting zoo.. he’d rather serve time at Bellvue than be forced to feed a billy-goat or have a close encounter with a lemur. Ethan and I get some good laughs from his Dad’s hysterical reactions, but something has really been bothering me lately. When I married a Jewish guy I knew I’d be giving up many things (including never being able to enjoy pork tenderloin in the comfort of my home) but my son is desperate to have a pet of his own and his father refuses to let him have one. I’m all for it of course, but Andrew is especially adamant because we live in a 2-bedroom apartment in Manhattan. Two rooms is actually large by Manhattan standards, but it’s not enough space for Andrew to share with a member of the animal world. My son really wants a dog (and even cried about it the other day) but at this rate I think he’d even settle for a chinchilla! Andrew still isn’t bending, and I’m torn between reason and my the tears of my firstborn and only child.
Any suggestion folks? Is there anything such as “pet-acceptance therapy” available out there? Let me know!