politically correct dog

My son read the below post about Chloe being racist and he sent me a text msg about it.  I responded and told him “Chloe says she’s not black, she’s Afro-American!”  Sometimes the politically correct thing makes me insane.  Terminology means nothing to me..it is how one treats another that matters.  I work with a black man who calls me “dog” every day. I know he means it in a great way. “What up dog?”  Seriously should I call HR because he’s calling me a dog?  People are stupid.  And then right after I left this comment on a great girls blog.

“There is a kennel around the corner from our house.  We walk Chloe by it (across the street mind you) every night.  She stops and looks across the street with longing.  It’s as if she can smell all those doggies on vacation and is jealous. I keep telling Rick that she wants to go on vacation like them.  She knows there are animals there, I know she knows.  But you cannot hear barking etc.  She just knows.  It amazes me every single night.

Recently I bought a Buddha statue at Lowes.  It’s about 12 inches tall.  I placed it next to my front door.  Upon walking Chloe back into the house right after purchasing it..she stopped and barked at the Buddha like crazy.  She thought it was real perhaps. I explained to her that Buddha is good and will keep us safe, etc.  Two nights ago upon returning to the front door she stopped, looked at Buddha and rubbed her back against it in the same fashion she has rubbed against dead animals trying to resuscitate them.  She’s smart….”

To tell the truth about the incident last week…I think I just feel highly sensitive because I’m highly protective about Chloe.  She loves me madly and I know she’s pure of heart.