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No Pets, Thank You!

I respect any couple (or single person) who decides to be childless.  Hey, breeding is not something one should do without serious study.  It is quite a commitment.
I feel the same way about acquiring a pet.  Don’t get me wrong, I love most of God’s creatures, except for those that might bite or sting me.  Okay, maybe also squishy and ugly things do not make my list.
I am not immune to cute.  I “share” forward plenty of Facebook pictures of cute puppies and kitties, but I have lived long enough to know that the shelf life of cute is short, and the responsibility of having a pet is long.
Cute wears off when the puppy grows up and digs up the landscaping in the back yard. Cute is not how I would describe a kitty who claws and scratches the few nice things you own. There is nothing cute about poop or piss or hairballs.
Pets are expensive.  They have to be fed, taken to the vet, groomed, cleaned up after. You cannot go off on holiday without finding a sitter for Pooch or Tiger.  A visit to the pet sometimes costs as much as a major appliance or the price of a down payment on a car or a house.  
Pets want to go outside, get exercise, and fetch. They shed. They make noise.  They keep you up at night and wake you up in the morning. Not everyone will welcome your pet into their homes. Not everyone will appreciate your dog nosing them when they visit, dusting off cat hairs on their expensive clothes, or sharing the bathroom with a litter box.
Did I mention that pets come with responsibility? Lots of it?
As if that wasn’t bad enough, there is the danger of falling in love with them. Treating them like family. You come to depend on them as much as they depend on you. But they get sick and they die.
And you tell yourself – I am not doing this again. 
You get rid of all the stuff, except for a collar, a picture, a toy, and you vow - no more pets. No, thank you. 


  1. We have too many, no doubt about that! But I love to be greeted when I come in the door. I love the way my Yorkie snuggles in my lap, & the way my Chihuahua buries herself under my blanket. They make me laughing with their silly antics. Our Blue Headed Conure nibbles my ear and will call out "Hello Kiwi" and other phrases when I talk to her, & even when I don't!
    Over the years we've lost many to old age and we're always broken hearted & say "no more". Yet we always seem to end up with another, or 2 or 3!
    Kids are grown and gone, so guess my pets are my babies now. I don't let them jump or bother company. But if friends don't come to visit because we have dogs, well, so be it! Love me, Love my pets!

  2. I have always resisted pets, but after my kids got bored or tired of caring for their pets, I inherited them. I have cried over many a loved pet, so has my husband.


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