Well we all would, given the choice, but that doesn’t mean they’re perfect.
I had a conversation on Twoofer this morning where a friend referred to his (adoptive) Dad, and that set me thinking. Whatever your Humans may or may not have told you, I can promise you you are adopted.
From the minute my Human Beans brought me home, it was made clear that they had adopted me – I was told bedtime furrytails starting “There was once a Furrytail Princess whose Human Beans loved her so much that they chose her over all the other puppies in the Kingdom”. As a result I have grown up knowing that I am, indeed, that very special creature known as a dog. However, I’m afraid not all pups have such enlightened pawrents. Many are left being permanently bewildered and maybe even traumatised by thinking that they are related to these hapless creatures who, much of the time, don’t even know which way is up, let alone who’s a good boy/girl.
It is, of course, important to let our Humans go on believing that they chose us. We all know that in reality they were being sized up for ownership potential the moment they walked into the room to visit for the first time. I remember my late Sisfur, Kizzy, telling me that when she spotted our Beans outside her enclosure at Battersea, she reckoned they looked trainable so she put her nose through the bars and gave them ‘THE EYES’
…..you see – she’s got you already hasn’t she? I’ll bet your Humans are making silly cooing noises.
For my part, The Beans were busy cuddling my tricolour Sisfur so I fixed them with a stare which meant, of course, that they felt compelled to pick me up & say hello. The rest, as they say, is history.
I love my Humans to bits, but I’m very happy to know that we’re not actually related. There’s an old adage which says ‘You can’t choose your Family’ but I can tell you now that you can indeed, and despite their occasional tardiness in learning my rules, I think I made a pretty good choice.
Hurrah for adoptive pawrents! Love you Mum & Dad xxx