Another fine offering from @kathwalkerart and a repeated bete noire of mine – a reason to stand once again on my own personal soapbox.
From time to time my husband fondly calls me a venomous, old bag when I pontificate about my pet hates (and he is right to do so) but this really is one!
Bloody pet owners!
What gets my goat more oft than not is that they confuse my impatience with them, and their odd ways, as disliking their animals! Au contraire people, it’s you who infuriates me, not the cutesy wutesy, yappy, mangy, glandysmeary, territory spraying furball clamped to your side! I love dogs, end of.
And despite what I say, in jest, to annoy friends who are cat owners, I do like cats, especially my sister’s three (which are more like dogs) and @otoolealexandra‘s, which seem to talk. I’m not buying the whole cats are independent line, however, I just think they’re not about to hang about waiting for food when some other neighbour will gladly throw them some rainbow trout. And I don’t think they’re picky about their food. It’s vapid owners’ faults, who insist on feeding them better food than their one year old child! No wonder the cats then turn their noses up at Mr Cat or Felix or whatever slippery, sick-smelling ‘food’ they’re offered. I do, however, grossly dislike the way cats always home in on the one person who doesn’t want to have their cheek gland smeared all over their leg. Yes I know it’s a sign of affection and territory marking yadda yadda but it’s not cute, it’s just really, really annoying! And more to the point – they eat birds..far more annoying. Two pouches of Kitekat and a blue tit chaser…simply not acceptable. And they aren’t loyal. Be fair people, when has a poem ever been written in stone up a Lakeland Fell about a cat that sat on its dead owner’s grave until its own death??
Gosh that really was rant-central, I do apologise and digress – for this post is specifially about dog owners. I can’t speak for the rest of the world, but UK policy these days is that when your dog fouls, you pick up the stuff and chuck it in the bin. Consequently one of three things then happens in reality.
1. Dog fouls, owner picks up crap in bag and deposits in bin.
2. Dog fouls, owner picks up crap in bag and hangs it off the nearest tree or shrub.
3. Dog fouls, owner ignores the law and leaves it in situ for me to stand in and gag as soon as I notice only once I’ve sat in the car and smeared it all over the plush interior.
It was easier in the days when dogs just ate bones and you readily saw the pile of white seemingly fossilised crap in advance! These days, however, we’re not so fortunate.
So I do implore owners, please be aware that while you love your fish smelling feline and your doting dog that others of us out there don’t share your love of its antics….not because we dislike your pet per se but because you have created a scenario which allows for a perceived, negative reaction towards your pet – because you won’t accept responsibility yourself for its actions!
No surprise that the owner of this glove chose not to pick it up!
And before responsible owners start being outraged – I don’t mean you, I mean the ones who aren’t responsible.
PS The recent cold spell killed all my pond fish so I am very sensitive to pet issues at present…despite what some of you might think! Others are doubtless thinking, miserable old cow doesn’t deserve a pet – you’re probably right.
I think I’m hormonal today – but that was strangely cathartic!