Okay, so...before I start I need to apologize.
I'm afraid some people will read this and think I'm an evil, good fer nuthin', heartless person. They might want to flog me and burn me at the stake.
But, I'll take my chances.
*taking deep breath...working up courage*
I'm not a pet person.
There, I said it!
I don't really like animals...not that I don't care about other living creatures, I do...it's just that...well...it's just that I don't have the time for them.
Not to mention the whole drive-by hand licking, poop eating, butt licking, carcass rolling in thing they do.
And then...there's this:
I mean really, Dora...rolling in carcasses (wait...would the plural of carcass be, "carcaei") is bad enough...but dragging them home and leaving it on our back step?
For real...if Dora weren't such a great guard dog (*snort*) I'm not sure I could put up with it.
Okay...well...maybe I could.
As long as she doesn't lick my hands.