designer dogs

I love animals. Any long time reader of this blog must know that. But deep inside me I still think there is something weird about treating dogs like they're people. They're not people. People are people. Dogs are dogs.

Right? Aren't they? Or did something change while I slept?

A man might feel like killing his neighbor for a parking space, if he has to drive 5 minutes out of his way, but will happily devote 15 minutes to putting a shiny red raincoat and matching booties on his dog, so everyone can see while he takes him out for long, leisurely walk about the neighborhood. His "designer dog," mind you, of a breed that was probably unheard of 5 years ago.

There's something really weird about that.