I read somewhere that "dog people" tend to be more optimistic than their pessimistic "cat people" counterparts.
Well, crap. That just figures, my skeptical cat mind thought.
Then again, ask me if I care. You can bite it, dog people! So there!
No, don't get me wrong. Dogs are cute and sweet. And someone has to take care of them. The thing is, I don't want a dog for the same reason I don't want my own children.
A recent trip to the veterinarian says it all. The waiting room filled up with one dog and dog owner after another -- dozens -- while there was exactly one other person in the room who, like me, had a cat carrier.
The volume in the room was deafening. The tail-wagging and antsy jumping up and being told to sit over and over again...the scene was just absolute headache-inducing chaos!
One young woman in a college sweatshirt apologized to onlookers as her chihuahua mix, aptly named "Lucky," repeatedly humped his dog "sibling." It was the worst, she said, when Lucky did this in front of little kids. She was horrified.
So were we (the two cats in the room and me). We couldn't wait to get the hell out of there and be once again quietly in the company of our civilized intellectual peers.
No offense, dog people. But please stop trying to convince me that dogs are better and I should want one. It just won't work. You are barking up the wrong tree.
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