Objectification and Self-Objectification

As I (Tracy) look around me, I see many objects: a coffee mug, my laptop, my cell phone, a pen, and my planner. I use these objects for my goals: namely to work and give me energy to work. One of my two dogs, Ryley, is sleeping at my feet. He provides me joy, eases my anxiety, warms my feet, and is my companion while I write. Yet, he is not an object; he is alive, and I consider his needs, feelings, and personality. I take breaks in my workday to take him and his sister, Lacey, on walks. I stop so they can sniff bushes, flowers, grass, and mulch as well as chase rabbits, squirrels, and birds, because that is what they love to do. I can tell he is happy and rejuvenated when we get home – that golden retriever “smile” comes out – which also brings me joy. After receiving a treat, he falls asleep again at my feet as I resume my work.