HTT - Pets Edition

Once upon a time there was a girl who hated pets, who belonged to a family that liked them. Despite the fact that their beloved but mostly ignored dog had died several years earlier, her family went out and bought a new one. Though he appeared sweet, he had some issues with motherly figures and began to attack the girl's mother without warning, so they had to get rid of him shortly thereafter. The end.

I won't name names, but that girl is me. And that dog was psycho.

So you can't totally blame me for disliking pets. And I really do. I took Miss Dub to peruse a pet store the other day since she's a fan of puppies and other small animals. While she squealed and gawked, I just felt creeped out. I don't like the smell or sight of anything animal-related. I don't like the idea of animal breath, hair, spit or urine anywhere near me, my furniture or my children.

I respect that other people, including members of my family, love them. And some pets are definitely better than others. I, myself, even had an amazing turtle named 23 de Junio when I was on my mission, but he performed tricks and was potty-trained so I think he was a special exception.

Mr. Dub and I are in agreement on the pet issue; he may be even more vehement than I. After all, one day one of children is bound to beg for an animal of some variety for a birthday/Christmas/Arbor Day. And will I have the strength to turn down whimpering eyes?

Um, now that I think about it, yes. Conveniently, I am allergic to pet dander so that will eliminate a good half of the possibilities, but even fish seem like more work than they are worth. I mean, just have another kid. At least he or she will take care of you when you get old. Can you really say the same of your parakeet?

But what about you? Do have pets? Do you like them?

Dish.