I don’t really like the trouble of taking care of, or the mess of cleaning up after, actual, real animals.
I’m not what you might call a “dog person.”
And NO, that does not make me EVIL.
I don’t understand why it’s perfectly acceptable for people to say, “I hate cats,” but if you say you don’t like dogs, you’re suddenly a serial killer.
I like cats. I have a cat. He has dignity. He’s clean. He allows me to feed him, and to pet him if he’s in the mood to be petted, but he doesn’t slavishly follow me about. He doesn’t meet me at the door when I come home; he calmly waits for me to enter the room where he is, and then lifts his head in offhand greeting. “Oh, it’s you again,” he seems to say. “Perhaps if I feel like it you can pet me later.”
Now, I realize some people prefer a dog who will run to meet them with abject joy, seeming to say, “Oh hooray! It’s you! I’ve waited all day to see you! Oh please please please please PLEASE pet me now!” Well, I just don’t care for that sort of an indecent display in my home.
But I wouldn’t say dogs are my LEAST favorite animal. Dogs are okay, in their own way.
I really hate llamas. They are just rude animals. I had one spit in my face when I was feeding him a carrot once. REALLY. Just rude.
My oldest daughter (a true animal lover, unlike her mother) recently bought this picture for her college apartment:
I told her I could not believe she had gotten a picture of my arch-enemy animal to hang on her wall. She KNOWS I hate llamas.
But, she explained, it was an ALPACA.
I said, that’s the same thing as a llama.
But, my daughter is a biology major. She’s planning to go to veterinary college. She knows the difference.
She kindly sent me a helpful chart to distinguish between the two animals.
Now, if that isn’t scientific, I don’t know what is!