I used to be scared heck of dogs.
Not those little Chiwawas or poodles... those bigger more aggressive kind.
Those who bark and growl at anything moving.
Started after I was attacked as a kid.
Had a female mutt once... dumb as a shoe.
Would chew on anything including broken glass and pebbles.
Kept her outdoors - couldn't stand the stench and fur loss.
And there was Chico - the cat.
Started out as a week "old" kitten. Kept him till full grown.
When he started to jump up high places like resting on top of the kitchen cupboard,
or pacing back and forth on the kitchen counter while we're trying to prepare something,
OR sharpening his claws on the wooden furnature!! (Hmmph!!)that's when I started to get very annoyed with him. As if that stupid mutt wasn't enough.
Though that cat was a pretty clever bugger.
He learned to open doors in the house by jumping and hanging on the handles.
My mom advised to replace them with round knobs and that solved the issue.
Maybe with time he'd even master a chrom - who knows
Didn't like those pets.
I was really glad to wish them "Bye and never see ya'" when my ex moved out with them.
Whew... A relief!
All in all I like animals...when they're not mine!!