Tame the Heart, Not the Animal

Some say, “A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.” And I agree—with a tail-wagging heart. Dogs are sunshine wrapped in fur, loyal as your shadow and better therapists than some professionals. Their ability to lift moods and clean dinner plates simultaneously? Iconic.

Now, ask me about the worst pet? Hmm… that’s like asking which cloud in the sky is the rudest. “Every animal is a poem written by nature,” my grandma once said while rescuing a pigeon from a mango tree. And I get her point. Every creature has quirks—some chew slippers, others chew your patience.

Cats might ghost you on Mondays. Parrots might spill your secrets. Hamsters might plan great escapes. But that’s just them being unapologetically themselves. Wouldn’t it be boring if every pet acted like a golden retriever named Bruno?

Pet preference is like coffee—some like it strong and silent (hello, fish), others frothy and feisty (ferrets, anyone?). The best pet isn’t the fluffiest or funniest; it’s the one whose chaos syncs with your calm.

So here’s the thought to chew on while your rabbit chews your charger:
“What if the pet we choose isn’t just an animal, but a mirror showing us how we love, how we live, and who we are when no one’s watching?”

Choose wisely, love wildly. And remember—your worst pet story might just be their funniest memory.
Because in their eyes, we are the strange ones.