We had one wild storm a few weeks ago. It was a Friday, and my dog, Sebastian, was scheduled for a regular exam. We were running late, so I was scrambling as I loaded my 2-year-old son, Donovan, in the back seat and coaxed the dog in behind him. Did I mention it was raining? The torrential kind. Sebastian hates thunderstorms, so I could see him trembling during the whole frantic drive.
We talk about the bond between people and their pets every day, but the waves of phone calls your practice has fielded about the pet food recall are just one more demonstration of how much your clients really love their pets. The news about the recall seems to change with alarming regularity. Even now, your calls may have trickled down to nothing or another recall bombshell could be set to explode.
Or is it? You don't need to own something to love it like your own. I love Degas, and yet I don't own a single painting. My husband and I have "our song," but we don't own the rights to it. It's simply something that we connect with and made our own. I don't own this magazine, but I'm passionate about every word, every piece of art, and every picture on the page.