Mark Morford, whom I adore, has a great post up today about the anthropomorphization of pets. I quote:

It's no secret that happily childless pet obsessors eat this stuff up, even though most dogs would actually love nothing more than a romp through a garbage bin and a swim in a lake and the bone of a large dead cow to gnaw on before rolling in a pile of rotten fish and taking a long nap on the lawn.

But since capitalism always trumps perspective, who's to chastise Molli's Choice for whoring out to this demographic? And what's more, if such pampering of pets means people will require fewer children in our overpopulated, Bush-torn world, can that be such a bad thing? More spoiled Chihuahuas, fewer babies. Not a bad trade-off, you could argue. Or rather, I could.

He's referring specifically to meat-scented purified bottled water for pets which, even to an adoring dog owner such as myself, seems a bit nuts. I mean, Rennie drinks regular tap water like it's going out of style. What possible help could the meat-flavored water be? Now, to be fair, I admit that am a bit too indulgent with Rennie (as everyone knows :) and talking about her adored Poultry-Flavored toothpaste makes me giggle every time. But that truly does have a purpose: I've got to brush her teeth and she's likely not going to let me do it with Tarter-control Aquafresh. Even with the regular spoilage, though, she has been well-trained and is, under most circumstances, generally under control.

Anyway, I could blather on about this all day but I've got to get to work and pretend not to be gazing lovingly at my new Blackberry Pearl. Besides, Morford makes the point better than I ever could. Enjoy!