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So I have lived the last fifteen years or so on the cusp of being mistaken for a crazy animal person. We currently have three cats and three dogs inside our house. We have had slightly more than that over the years. I think we had 5 dogs at one time - but were trying to find homes for the fifth one and did so successfully. Any new dog we find on the streets, we try to place outside of our home. Sometimes we are successful, sometimes we are not. Our 11 year old yellow lab wandered into our yard on MLK Weekend over ten years ago. We found two different homes and neither worked. At the time we already had three dogs and four cats. We managed with the four and four balance for quite some time. Dogs and cats do not live as long as we would prefer so the packs have changed over years. We still have one of the original cats who is going on 17 and running strong (knock on wood). Our last adoptions of dogs have resulted in a 5 year old doberman who hates/loves our 2 year old pit mix. We keep them separated - but that is another story altogether. Bottom line: we have no plans of adopting any other dogs while we have the two youngsters. So we can envision a day when we have a single dog again. I mention all of this because while we have been fortunate to have financial help several years ago when a dog needed surgery and we were going to have to struggle to pay it, we have never had to ask friends and family to chip in to afford an adoption fee or to afford the daily necessities for our animals. A couple I know are planning to adopt their second adoptive child. In addition, they have three biological kids and I thought 4 was on the way. All of these children are well under the age of ten. They are asking for donations to support the addition to their alreadsy crowded household. To my mind, the rules of animals and children care are the same: you should not have more than you can afford. When the quality of life suffers to that point, I no longer think of you as a parent, but as a hoarder. Like with all other hoarding, you are feeding some sort of never fulfilled psychic void and have no business doing this at the expense of your family. As the oldest of six children myself. My mother had 8 pregnancies... one was premature and did not make it, the other did not make it to birth. I am pretty sure that for her motherhood became a type of hoarding. She had no identity of her own and became obsessed with having children. She did not ever actually engage with us after the new baby smell wore off however. Don't get me wrong. I love and adore every one of my siblings. I am happy that they were all born. I just wish we had been born into a different household under healthier circumstances.