If you're on the internet it can drive you CRAZY trying to figure out what's right for you while also dealing with other parents' opinions. Especially since there can be a lot of accusations about which of these things will do more harm than good for your child. It can make a mama nuts. And since I'm already nuts, it can (and has) driven my brain to anxiety-riddled places where the Thought Monkey rules, with taunts of "you're a failure as a woman" and "your kids will grow up to hate you" and even "you might as well give up and die now." *shudder* It's not a good mind-space to be in.
Luckily now, more than 5 years since the day my daughter was born (via c-section, guilt-trip number 1! Oh, no, wait, I had an epidural. And delivered in a hospital. And I ate sushi while pregnant. Hmm, I guess I can't pin point the first place I "failed"...) I've been able to get a little more relaxed about my choices as a parent, maybe I've just run out of fucks to give about other parents' opinions of me, or more likely that they are just too conflicting and numerous for even the Thought Monkey to sift through. Also I don't go on parenting message boards anymore, and I take my sanity meds every day. In essence I've backed away from the mommy-wars...
I'm just not as prepared for the dog-tatchment parents as I now am for the mommy warriors. I don't know the lingo and I'm scared to find out. What is the britax of the canine world? Are there cloth dog-poop-pickup bags? Do dogs even like being worn? Do people think rabies vaccinations with give Bones dog autism? Is there dog autism? Omg, are there dog psychiatrists? I totally bet that there are.
So I'm going to raise my dog like I raise my kids. To feel safe and loved at home, to get plenty of food and exercise. I'll hold my kid's hand and hold my dog's leash and hollar at either if they try to eat poop. Sounds good to me.