We Love Our Pets......BUT...
When I was growing up and did bad things, my parents always said, "Wait until YOU have kids." or "I hope YOUR kids give you as much grief." I guess they believed in karma and that what goes around comes around.
Well, since I never wanted kids, I figured I wouldn't have to deal with such karma coming my way.Ha Ha. Then came Scooter.
Sure, we love our pets (and our kids if we have them), but there are times that we do not LIKE them. A lot of people don't admit this. You know the type of parent that always blames OTHER kids for their own kid's misdeeds. My parents were never like this, as they knew I was always the ringleader. Like when my friends and I were playing in the woods and I cut my finger. It was bleeding and I got the bright idea that we should be blood sisters. I took my friend into our bathroom and cut her thumb with the razor blade out of my dad's razor. We became blood sisters, but she went home with her thumb in her mouth, because it was bleeding rather profusely. It took about 5 minutes for the phone to start ringing.
I love all my pets, but for different reasons. And there are things about each I could do without. The cats: Catfish is more skittish and quiet and not much of a cuddler, but I love him for this, because I know the rough life he led before being rescued and understand. He does give affection, and because it's not given easily, I appreciate it all the more. I feel more protective of him. Tarzan is more personable, but sometimes his loud meowing get on my nerves.
Zoe has always been a sweet, quiet and well-behaved dog, but she whines, whines, whines, especially when you've been gone and return home. Or when you get out the leash for a walk. It's BAD. She wakes up The Boss every night when I come home.
Peanut is my Little Man, a dog that has always been a little wuss. He's the only pet I've had since a pup (5 months) and I guess that's why I feel so protective of him as a mama's boy. He really doesn't get on my nerves at all, because he doesn't scratch or bark to go in our out, he just sits there. He always eats all of his food and he never digs in the yard and has never had a foot bath. I can't think of anything bad to say about him, other than he once stole a pork chop off the table.
Scooter. You all know about Scooter, the bossy,smart alpha dog who is in charge of everything and everyone. He was an escape artist and is a digger. He's had more foot baths than I can count. He wants to go in and out constantly. He cost us big bucks for private training, which really helped with his bossy ways, but he's still my cross to bear. Don't people with a bunch of kids always have one that gives them the most grief? He even chewed up my Raggedy Anne doll I had since I was a few years old, circa 1963. I salvaged the dress, but the doll is long gone. The Boss got me a new one, but it's NEW, not my original. Of all the things he's done, that probably ticks me off the most. What do I like about him? He's smart as a whip and now that he's been trained, he listens well and is great on a leash. But he's still Scooter.
So, tell us about your pets--each one--what is the best thing about them, and what is the worst thing about them.
Above is Amy's dog, Jake, who hogs up the air vents and makes everyone sweat! I suggest Amy get him his own little fan, but be warned: Fans can be dangerous to little toes and feet, right Stacy? :)
posted by Sandy at 6/11/2007 06:33:00 AM