Today’s word is “cynolatry”.
Cynolatry is the worship of dogs. Don’t get me wrong — I’m all kinds of an animal person. I kind of lean toward cats, but I love dogs, too. I just don’t own any at the moment, and even if I did he or she would never wear a Halloween costume, a mackintosh with boots or a sweater. God gave them fur for a reason.
Also, you’d never see me with a dog in my purse. Of course, there’s a good reason for that — my preferred breeds are Golden Retrievers, Rottweilers and especially Irish Wolfhounds — I’d need a large sized steamer trunk for any one of them. 🙂 Forget the purse.
It’s interesting. I don’t know, off the top of my head, of a culture where dogs were worshiped. Cats, of course, had a place in Egyptian mythology. Dogs may have, but I doubt the Egyptians had an equivalent for our trendy dog boutiques.
Dogs have a place. It may even be in the home (although my parents and their generation/culture wouldn’t agree). But can we agree it’s not on a altar?