If this global warming thing every really takes off, the doggy booties and pooch parka industry could take a real hit.
The kitty condo with air-conditioned units might be a better place for your investment dollar. Or you might want to get in on those “Frosty Paws” in your freezer aisle. These are real things. They are like popsicles only in a bowl and for your dog. They are frozen, high-protein canine treats with the slogan, “Treating your dog doesn’t get any cooler!” There are four treats to a box and you could buy yourself a carton of Haagen Daz for the same price.
However, if you’re going to cater to pet owners, I’d have to say, a good investment is probably Valentines.
For the past few years, more pets received Valentine’s cards than fathers. Granted, dogs are probably as astute about storing these tokens of affection as a typical father is. Yet, I’m still thinking, the average father has a better grasp of the sentiment behind said envelope encased poetry.
Mothers got the most cards. Teachers came in second. Sweethearts were a sad third and then pets. Nine million pets.
My friend is an accountant for a pet spoiling company. He doesn’t want me to name the company because then everyone would know he thinks his customers are crazy. He’ll sell you sexy beast canine perfume, organic steaks, booties, tattoos, fitness-tracking dog collars, bling, or organic lemon water.
I have another friend who is a chiropractor for people mostly, but a couple days a week, he treats horses. His profit margin is higher while attending to equine. Individuals who want comfortable horses have more money than working folk with a backache.
So I went with this friend, because I was curious and doubtful, just like I am about the perceived need your cat has for a facial.
When we arrived, the horse gave no visual clues as to how he felt about our visit. He looked up vaguely and then went back to chewing. Some of the green alfalfa poked out of his lips and we could see slightly yellowed teeth.
Dr. Todd walked around back. If I was a spine doctor for a horse, I would limit my expertise exclusively to the front of the spine where the feet can’t kick, but such was not the case with Dr. Todd. The good doctor pulled on the horse’s tail and then slowly moved forward. He finally reached the neck bending it steadily until I heard a distinct pop. The horse’s eyes rolled back and he drooled contentedly, food was forgotten in his ecstasy.
So I changed my mind. The horse really did like this spinal manipulation. Dr. Todd told me he had worked on cats, dogs, and even a rabbit. So maybe, if you really love your pet, you should consider Dr. Todd.
But then again, I saw his bill. A greeting card would be cheaper. Or, if the weather warms up, you could spring for some Frosty Paws from your grocery’s freezer.