Last week, I visited a very posh shopping center near me, and even though I knew they existed, I saw one of these for the first time in person:

This is a stroller. For dogs. And an expensive one at that.

Earth to the people that buy these things, your dogs are not little babies!

I don’t know if it gives you some sort of secret thrill to have people peek into that stroller expecting to see a baby, but get an eyeful of a panting Countess Fluffyface instead. I swear, the people pushing the “stroller” were beaming as proudly as any parents of a newborn.

I like dogs. How could I not like dogs? What with their furriness and cuteness and loyalty. In fact, we plan on getting a dog in the near future.  But the day you see me pushing my dog around in one of these, know that it is a silent plea for help.

Somehow, seeing dogs in a stroller anthropomorphizes them into something that sort of creeps me out a bit.

Will your dog ever shout, “I hate you!” and slam their bedroom door?
Will it ever have it’s heart broken by a thoughtless object of affection?
Will your dog cause you to lie awake at night, wondering if it will be home in time for cufew?
Will it ever draw you a picture with you and them inside a big heart?

Of course, the answer to all those questions is a resounding “No.” Therefore, love your dogs. But, don’t pretend that they share the status of a human child.

So, get a grip on yourself and get thee a leash!

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