My response to this is "Screw you." I have lived with dogs all my life, and as much as I have bought into the ridiculous American notion of "they're part of the family," I have absolutely had it with anyone calling their dogs their children. Here's a helpful strategy for identifying members of the family. In a zombie apocalypse, would you eat them to survive? If the answer is "yes" (AND IT IS FOR YOUR DOGS, PERIOD.) then they are not members of the family. I love my beagle. She's great. But if the fit hits the shan and we live in a world ruled by the undead hordes, you best believe I'm having me some rack of Beebs. And a Pabst. Isaac on the other hand, I would starve myself to ensure his eating. That's a big ass difference from the dog. And that is also the only correct viewpoint to have. If you find yourself feeling any differently about this fundamental difference between your real kids and your FREAKING PETS, you are simply wrong.
Also, my very real fear of the zombie apocalypse is why I really want out of NYC. No joke.