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I have a dog. A lab. I've had cats.
Cats are low maintenance as they don't need to go running all the time but cats have to have that cat box and the litter strewn everywhere. They'll bite you and take your spot on the sofa.
My dog will occupy my sofa spot but all I have to say is MOVE and point here to a new spot and she does gladly. A cat will heckin bite you for daring to want to move them.
And they can go everywhere and destroy everything.
All animals should stay outside where they belong.
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We have 2 cats, a dog and 2 children. Prefer the cats and kids as they are more independent now so when we go away for weekends they just need feeding and the rest they can sort out for themselves. Dogs are people creatures and a lot more dependent
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2 cats (total of 5 lifetime)
2 dogs (total of 3 lifetime, actually if you get right down to it I've only had 2 dogs. My current dog has a dog which makes 3. We got my dog a dog so he wouldn't be so anxious. Hasn't quite worked out that way but he is some better.)
Only one out of all of them I prefer would be the very first cat. Sampson took on a dog that was going after my wife and infant daughter when the wife went to the mailbox one day. He was a Maine Coon and live a very long time.
I've had dogs, because of the distaff side, but I don't like them.
If you mistreat a cat, it'll draw blood, then bugger off and live somewhere else (and, if you're lucky, they won't leave a "screw you!" farewell gift on your bed) -- you have to earn their loyalty.
Mistreat a dog, and it'll keep coming back for more; so they're great toys for psychos, and good for people who don't know how to treat animals, but I don't want pets like that. They have to stay because they want to, not because they're too stupid to leave.
Oh, and rats. We had two pet ones. They are fantastic pets!
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Cats don't like me! Or rather, they tolerate me for between half a minute and a whole minute. Then they simply go away, leaving me alone and sad.
But boy, are they beautiful. Especially the big cats - lions, jaguars, panthers, lynx, cheetas, ... Especially the way they move. Maybe, for my own safety, it is a good thing that cats shy away from me.
I communicate without problems with any dog. I am not afraid of meeting a wolf out in the forest - they are genetically identical to our domestic dogs; I used to refer to our dogs as our "domestic wolves".
They can be extremely clever: My decision to buy our first dog was made after I got in contact witn a search dog in operation, at a civil defense training course (it was certainly not a spontaneous decision, but more like the final straw). Dogs can be beautiful in what they do (and the pride and cleverness with which they do it), as opposed to what they are.
Yet... How can you be so clever at doing your job, and still so completely dumb socially? The old saying that a dog will never bite the hand that feeds him is simply too true. You can growl even large dogs into sumbission. Or grab them by their neck and shake them, just like their mother did when they were puppies. In more friendly ways, you can scratch almost any dog so he rolls over on his back, show you his throat, unprotected. Kids can ride him like a horse. (Well, be a little careful here ... they don't have as strong backs as horses - but they won't complain.)
I am aware that dogs/wolves within a pack has a very sophisticated social structure and language. (I would certainly recommend Jean Craighead George: Julie of the Wolves, and its sequel, Julie, for those who like children's books. If you prefer more popular science for adults: Elizabeth Marshall Thomas: The hidden life of dogs. All are great, and easy to grasp, books to understand the language of dogs.)
So what should I do when I can easily get myself an obedient, clever slave that will love me whatever I do, but which I still cannot truly respect, and certainly not "adore"? Those that I most definitely love and adore and fully respect could never be a household pet. At least not in this country.
I just picked up a 2-part BBC Earth TV series about Wild Cats. I guess the solution is to watch the animals I adore on the screen while I scratch behind the ear the dog that adores me. And after all ... I love him, too. Even though he is dumb.
pet rocks beat them all. low maintenance, can live on their own. Great for telling the weather. If its wet, its raining, if its dry, its not. Never whine or piddle in the house. And they're great for delivering messages to your neighbors through the window...
Hmmm, for a very long time the children well outnumbered the pets. At the moment, there is one dog, two cats, and a bird in the house. None of the pets are mine, but one cat is thinking about adopting me. Over the years (I have to think hard now), there have been 7 other cats - all deceased, 8 other dogs - mostly deceased, two left when a daughter moved out. Two of the gone-dogs were Siberian Huskies - never again.
All in all, I think I lean toward cats, but apparently we're no longer allowed to let them outside due to societal pressure (means litter box work).
Don't ever call a cat or a dog a fur-baby in my presence. I will give you a disgusted look and snort in your general direction.
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Hell is a small village i Mid Norway (location of the airport for Trondheim). "Hell" is derived from "helle", which is a flat, disk like stone.
Gods is goods, cargo. Expedition like in English - receiving and collection point. The spelling is ancient, modern spelling is "ekspedisjon", but they have kept the old sign for the amusement of turists.
There is also a small village near Bergen named Paradis. The train no longer stops in Paradis, but when it did, you could buy tickets from Hell to Paradis, or from Paradis to Hell. I suspect some people just bought the ticket and had it framed to put on the wall - there is not much to do in either place, so very few people had a need to travel that distance by train. (And it would probably take you a full day!)