fureverywhere
beloved friend who will always be with us in spiri
- Location
- Northern NJ, USA
I just had this thought from reading the Cat People/Dog People thread. For those of you who are single or even if you hypothetically found yourself single again...would that special someone have to share your feelings about pets? I'll give you an example.
My husband's family always had a dog in the house. Actually a series of dogs one at a time. They were fed and let out of the house several times a day, but probably not much more. The last one they had when I met him was tweaky from being tripped over. She also only learned leash training in her later years.
Mostly she was ordered under the coffee table and that's where she spent her days. Everyone in the house was busy with their own stuff...poor Jackie was kind of a living door stop. Eventually I was the one who took her to her last vet appointment when her kidneys gave out from old age.
Hubby met me in 1986. I was a single Mom of a son and three cats. He warmed up to all of us quickly. He'd come in bearing his mother's cookies, a toy for my son and kitty yummies. He never had a cat but he was happy to pet them and play with them because he knew I loved them.
When I brought up adopting a dog many years later he must have had flashbacks of poor Jackie.
The dog will not sleep in the bedroom
Okay the dog will sleep on her own bed on the floor in the bedroom
Okay the dog will sleep on your feet, not mine
Then came Callie...I could hear whispering in the dark " Man I love you and don't mind sharing the pillow, but please get those claws out of my back okay?".
He also would say officially he can't stand cats. But I'll let you guess who throws the biggest bag of cat treats in the grocery cart every week, who brings food to work every night to feed the feral felines, who will be watching TV with a dog in his lap and a cat on his shoulder...
If I ever found myself single again there would be two tests for true love...being able to soundly sleep with furry creatures and someone brave enough to kiss Callie on his big drooly lips...then yes I would marry them
My husband's family always had a dog in the house. Actually a series of dogs one at a time. They were fed and let out of the house several times a day, but probably not much more. The last one they had when I met him was tweaky from being tripped over. She also only learned leash training in her later years.
Mostly she was ordered under the coffee table and that's where she spent her days. Everyone in the house was busy with their own stuff...poor Jackie was kind of a living door stop. Eventually I was the one who took her to her last vet appointment when her kidneys gave out from old age.
Hubby met me in 1986. I was a single Mom of a son and three cats. He warmed up to all of us quickly. He'd come in bearing his mother's cookies, a toy for my son and kitty yummies. He never had a cat but he was happy to pet them and play with them because he knew I loved them.
When I brought up adopting a dog many years later he must have had flashbacks of poor Jackie.
The dog will not sleep in the bedroom
Okay the dog will sleep on her own bed on the floor in the bedroom
Okay the dog will sleep on your feet, not mine
Then came Callie...I could hear whispering in the dark " Man I love you and don't mind sharing the pillow, but please get those claws out of my back okay?".
He also would say officially he can't stand cats. But I'll let you guess who throws the biggest bag of cat treats in the grocery cart every week, who brings food to work every night to feed the feral felines, who will be watching TV with a dog in his lap and a cat on his shoulder...
If I ever found myself single again there would be two tests for true love...being able to soundly sleep with furry creatures and someone brave enough to kiss Callie on his big drooly lips...then yes I would marry them