I want a dog. I really do. As soon as the damn cat dies, I'm getting a puppy. Hubby is definitely not a dog person, but he'll get over it.
Lately I've noticed signs that the dog lovers of the world are losing their collective mind. I agree with loving your pet. I let the cat sleep in my bed, under the covers. But there are limits to my love. For example, I refuse to buy ice cream for the cat. I live in the Yukon. We have sled dogs here. I'm pretty sure none of them eat Frosty Paws. The really creepy part is that the freezer for this stuff is right next to the milk section in our store. So if you happen to not read the label carefully, you could end up feeding the kids some tasty frozen dog food.
Apparently dogs are getting pickier in their diets. Now we can buy gravy to pour over the dry food. Mmmmm. Savory sauce to go over the dry chunks of discarded animal parts.
If your pet can clear a room with just one fart, this product is for you. Not sure if it comes in human sizes, but I don't see why not.
My friend has a seat belt for her dog. Lots of people here have little booties for the dogs, to keep the snow and ice from cutting their pads. I haven't even begun to cover the odd clothing choices some people make for their pets.
My cat sleeps in the bed. That's it. No gravy, no ice cream, and no fart panties. However, I might need to look into a pair of those for the Boy Terror.