Sexy Beast

The Goddess of Fauxdomination, apparently taken with my smoldering good looks and deep, soulful gaze, announced her arousal with a post entitled “Tomwearstheglasses = Sexy Beast.”

Not that anyone could blame her, of course.

So, imagine my surprise when Google search on “Sexy Beast” did not turn up my own picture (as one would have expected), but rather this new product on the market for the enhancement of other sexy beasts.

Go ahead, check it out. I’ll wait right here.

What the hell is that? Cosmetic products for dogs?

I’ve been trying to think of something to say about this, but the truth is that I’m totally speechless. It’s not that I don’t like animals; in fact, I think they’re great – outside where Nature put them. I just don’t get the idea of why some people anthromorphize them to where they (the animals) are treated like people… better, in fact, than how many people are treated.

Oh sure, I understand pets for companionship. And I understand how people can get attached to them. But I think that some people with (as grandmother Edge would put it) more money than sense are not showing their love or appreciation for animals so much as “accessorizing” with them. To me, that’s exactly the opposite of loving one’s pet. You’re turning it from an animal into some kind of kewpie doll.

Ah well.

I’d rant some more, but Mrs. Edge wants to clip my nails.