Pet Taking Over My Life

elsol

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So I've got to ask, does everyone's first pet take over their life?

I own two pieces of furniture... my bed and my tv.

The TV was a gift, and the bed I only got cause... well, because the girls were not flying on the whole fucking on the borrowed couch I slept on.

Now, I'm walking around furniture stores looking for a monster couch because my dog likes to sleep on the couch with me while I watch tv but he doesn't fit comfortably on it.

This is ridiculous!

The funny part is the Sig-Other is taking me completely serious on the reason I'm buying the couch... I'm not sure if she's laughing at me, is just as crazy as I've become, or just want me to spend MY money on furnishing the house.

Sincerely,
ElSol
 
carsonshepherd said:
I have four dogs. We sit on the floor, they sit on the furniture.

ROFLMAO!!!

I laugh because I have a gaming chair for when I play my console games, and as soon as I turn on the console the dog rushes to sit in the chair.

The other day we had a wrestling match over who was going to get the chair.

Sincerely,
elsol
 
elsol said:
ROFLMAO!!!

I laugh because I have a gaming chair for when I play my console games, and as soon as I turn on the console the dog rushes to sit in the chair.

The other day we had a wrestling match over who was going to get the chair.

Sincerely,
elsol
I have four dogs. Two of them sleep with me. One is hogging most of the best chair I have right now, but he is small enough that I can squeeze in beside him.
 
A new member of the family (or pack, from their point of view) always makes a big impact. Try an infant sometime, especially a sick one. :)
 
And cats always think they are the ones keeping you around.
 
cantdog said:
And cats always think they are the ones keeping you around.

Right. How does that go?
Dogs have families, cats have staff.

Or something like that.
 
cantdog said:
And cats always think they are the ones keeping you around.
They are. At least mine.

#L, owned by a cat
 
Staff. I like it.

The independent little bastids will adopt you, too, whether you are going for it or not. Mrs. Catt had a litter under our back porch, in Presque Isle. We hadn't the pleasure of her acquaintance before then. Her kittens grew up there with us. We kept one alive for eleven years, even though it was God's stupidest creature outside the plant kingdom. Got completely lost if it got out of sight of the house. Disconsolate wailing, just the other side of the picket fence.
 
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