PET PEEVE PROJECT
May/2009 at 11:54 pm 5 comments
This is going to be an on-going project. What is your “pet” peeve? That is, peeves concerning pets.
I think we all know that I am the peeve princess! Sometimes, it seems like I don’t like anyone’s animals but my own. But, I don’t let it concern me. I used to feel the same way about children. 🙂
My friend who doesn’t “do computers” wanted to be first. She hates it when people kiss their dogs on the mouth. I agree! People! Have you seen where those mouths have been?
Mine is the most obvious. I hate when people let their dogs run loose. Don’t they care what happens to them? Which leads me to my next peeve.
Dogs who go in my yard. If I see them coming, I tell the owner that I have just applied a chemical to my yard.
I watch these people through my window let their dogs (always huge) go through my grass into the garden, trampling the flowers and then scorching them with urine. Thanks guys and what is your address? Let me just slip on my handy hazmat suit when I want to garden.
And don’t even get me started on cats in my garden!
Leave your pet peeves in the comments.
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Matt | May/2009 at 5:15 am
Shedding.
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alwaysopensometimesgone | May/2009 at 11:27 pm
I suppose you never shed. 🙂
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Lolly Lakehurst | May/2009 at 5:42 pm
People who second guess everything that you do for or to your pet = that’s none of their business!!
People who let their pets run free while walking, and just carry a leash around.
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alwaysopensometimesgone | May/2009 at 11:26 pm
Good one!
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Barbara | Jun/2009 at 8:22 pm
This delightful blogger use to tell me my Italian Greyhound was a yappy little dog. I don’t how I had missed it, and was initially insulted. Overtime, I realized she was dead on. What a needy little pedigreed hound he was! Neutering made no difference; it should have calmed him down. Oh well.
I would tease Ms. Blogger, I was leaving the Italian Greyhound to her in my will so she’d better pray unceasingly for my good health. She obliged.
My dog unexpectedly died 27 months ago. He was only 8 years old. Ms. Blogger is off the hook.
Funny how things work out.