We adopt pets and fall in love with them because they’re cute and cuddly and wriggly and then they grow up and turn out to be pains in the butt. They pee on everything, they poop at will, they love to steal dirty laundry (read this as “underwear”) and run with it waving in the wind, invariably in front of guests. They dig holes in the yard that could engulf a full grown man with one wrong step while simultaneously causing chaos in the neighborhood, inciting other dogs to bark and growl and spit in answer to your pet’s question: “Have you seen my chew toy?”
Pets get fleas and ticks and diseases, they eat too much and work too little. Vet bills are astronomical and groomers put ugly bows on the pet’s ears. Pet food stinks, chewy treats crumble and stick in the carpet, squeaky woobies are chewed until they resemble the insides of a pillow and the parts are strewn from the front door through the house and out the back door and back inside again. Aargh!
Sigh.
And we love them forever.
Pets get fleas and ticks and diseases, they eat too much and work too little. Vet bills are astronomical and groomers put ugly bows on the pet’s ears. Pet food stinks, chewy treats crumble and stick in the carpet, squeaky woobies are chewed until they resemble the insides of a pillow and the parts are strewn from the front door through the house and out the back door and back inside again. Aargh!
Sigh.
And we love them forever.
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