I have a pet peeve, pun intended!
Do you cringe when people talk about their pets as if they are children, members of the family? For example, “I have four granddaughters. Three of them have four legs!” Now, I can tolerate giving a pet a Christmas present, especially if the present is scraps from the dinner table. I must draw the line, however, at calling some four-legged varmint, no matter how much you might love it, a son or a daughter! Come on!
We have a cat. I don’t like to admit it, but we do. Her name is Smokie. Somehow, a few years ago, telling my youngest brother that I might get a dog in the spring translated into “get them a cat for Christmas.” My youngest brother and his wife gave us Smokie on Christmas Day 2003. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman named her. The name fits. Well, I tolerate the cat, and I even like her sometimes. She’s not much for hiking in the woods, though. That’s why I wanted a dog!
Well, kind reader, I must confess that I received a “Father’s Day” card from this four-legged clump of fur today. I suppose that, over the years, my constant grimacing and downright protests about referring to pets as children have gone unheeded.
I suppose that I have to put up with it, if I don’t want to sleep in the doghouse! Does anyone else have similar thoughts, or do you want to send me to the pound?
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