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I've temporarily inherited a pair of small dogs (a Jack Russel and a Pug cross) for two weeks while the owners are on holiday, and begun my introduction to dog ownership.
Cats are better.
A cat when presented with food will eat what it needs, and leave the rest for later. A dog on the other hand scarfs down everything it can see, throws it back up,and then eats it again.
When a cat goes for a walk, it decides where to go, and manages both to go on it's own and get back (probably to have a soupçon more breakfast.
Dogs, on the other hand have to be accompanied, while the walker is laden down with a Scammell Truck's worth of pooh bags.
And dogs can't just walk. Oh no! they have to stop every thirty damn seconds to check FaceBark, update Twigger, ... and the less said about PooTube the better ...
Actually no, let's talk about animals and PooTube. Cats are discrete about it - they dig a hole, do what they have to, bury it, and stroll away. Not so these two: hop along for a few dozen feet squeezing it out so you have to follow round picking up lumps over a distance. And if you miss one, the other dog will assume that it is an hors d'oeuvre ... So now you have a lead, two dogs, and a thin bag of smelly biohazard to cart about. And then the other one visits PooTube.
Why do you have them, folks? Cats are so much nicer.
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When I married my present wife I inherited two teenagers and a cat. The teenagers I could just about deal with, the cat was hell on four legs. Gave it a litter tray which it decided was for other people. Tried to get it to use the garden as toilet, but it refused to go outside. Gave it a scratching pole, but it thought the furniture worked much better. Gave it a bed to sleep on but it preferred my face. Eventually got fed up of clearing up the poo every morning so we rehoused it with the RSPCA, whence it came.
I do not own the animals in my house (two cats, a collie, and a parakeet). I have made it clear: I do not do litter boxes. I do not clean up poo (exception). If an animal begins to regularly relieve itself in the wrong location, it will be gone.
Exception: Collie is wife's dog. I like wife, so I tolerate collie a little more than the cats.
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The Irish setter was happy, loyal, house trained and obedient. Enjoyed running on the beach and playing frisbee.
The monster moggie beat up the Irish Setter whenever she felt like it, used the cat litter box to poop in and then spread it (the poop and the sticky litter granules) around in what she obviously thought was a political message to us human slaves. She shredded the expensive velvet curtains, the expensive couch and several coats left hanging on the coat-stand in the foyer - all while ignoring a series of increasingly expensive and complex cat-scratching posts provided for the purpose. She also refused to go outside except on the sunniest days when she finally deigned to use the cat door to go out and lie on the concrete back porch in a sunny spot and then apparently not move for several hours. A field mouse once ran up to her while in this sunny spot and curled up to sleep next to her. She woke up, picked it up by it's tail and dumped it back on the grass, then returning to her sleeping spot. A real meanie - only tolerated because she would occasionally curl up and sleep in the lap of she who must be obeyed.
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