This column, That Nature Show, is about the nature right under your nose: in our backyards, playgrounds and parks! Stop and look around, you’ll be amazed at what surrounds you.
Do you have an ESA, an emotional-support animal, “a companion animal that provides therapeutic benefit”? Patricia Marx wrote about the issue recently in her article Pets Allowed. The subhead: Why are so many animals now in places where they shouldn’t be? Like llamas at the grocery store?
I was all ears. Accompanying the piece was a photograph captioned with the wonderful line, “Tea at the Four Seasons in Boston with an emotional-support pig.” Who wouldn’t want that? Crazy people who want to have tea at the Four Seasons pig-less? Seriously? It was music. A childhood fairy tale. Mary taking her lamb to school. Pure poetry. Because, as you know, I have a near-obsession with the teacup pig. SO KEWT!
I like pigs in general (I saw a litter being born a few years ago at the Maryland State Fair), but I especially like the mini-Wilburs of the world on which I spend inordinate amounts of time on Pinterest causing the laundry to pile up, and dinners not to be made, that everyone asks, “What exactly do you do all day, Mom?” To which I respond, “Why, my dears, I wait in ever-mounting anticipation for your arrival home!”
I wanted a teacup pig so badly last year when we were casting about for a family pet, but I was overruled, and we got a dog. However, instead of being my emotional-support animal, she’s more of a pain in the neck. Of course, I love her. But she raises my blood pressure instead of bringing is soothingly down as the research suggests is the benefit of pet-ownership. Plus she barfs from anxiety when I’m not around, she freaks out. I am her emotional-support animal.
Clearly, I need a pig who can be there for me. But there are people who suggest emotional-support animals are a scam.
It’s a piece of cake (or dog biscuit, or rabbit food, or whatever llamas eat) to register your animal as an ESA. Simply click here and follow the directions. Step one: Confirm you have some type of emotional or psychological disability. Being middle-aged, a parent of young kids, and in chronic pain, I have several.
I may need a whole lot more than one emotional-support pig. I might need a litter.
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