Not My Pet Club

Dogs or cats?

Honestly, I don’t prefer either. I mean, I’m not here to rain on anyone’s parade—if you love them, keep them. But for me, the whole pet thing just never clicked. Maybe it’s because I grew up with both in the house, and let’s just say… the experience didn’t exactly win me over.

It’s not like I have a deep-seated hate for animals or anything. It’s just that I don’t find the appeal in having pets around. As a kid, we had both cats and dogs, and each of them left a mark—mostly not in a good way.

Let’s start with the cats. I respect cat lovers, I really do. I’ve seen how people treat them like royalty—like tiny, furry little humans. But for me, cats have always been… well, a bit too curious for comfort. They poke their noses everywhere. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing or where you are—they’re right there, trying to sniff out the secrets of your life. I’ve never liked that. There’s something about the way they sneak around that gives me the heebie-jeebies. They seem to exist in a world of their own, but that doesn’t mean I don’t respect people who adore them. Some people truly bond with their cats in a way I can’t fully understand, and I get it. It’s just not my thing.

Then there’s the dog situation. This one hits a bit closer to home. I was about 8 years old when I had my unfortunate encounter with our family dog. I walked into the house one morning, freshly dressed in my new clothes, excited to head off to school. I guess the dog didn’t recognize me—maybe it was the smell of the new dress or the fact that I wasn’t in my usual clothes. Whatever it was, it confused the poor animal, and the next thing I knew, I had been bitten. Luckily, rabies wasn’t a concern back then, so I didn’t have to worry about the dreaded injection, but the whole experience left a lasting impression on me.

After that, I just couldn’t see dogs the same way again. I mean, I respect the role they play in people’s lives—guarding homes, being loyal companions, or even just hanging out in the yard. But the idea of having one inside the house? No, thank you. They love to stick to people, wagging their tails, always underfoot, wanting to be close, and I just don’t vibe with that. It’s a personal thing—I’m not really into that constant attention or the idea of a pet following me around everywhere. And honestly, I wouldn’t feel comfortable going to someone’s house if their dog is inside, clinging to people like they’re their best friend.

I know, I know—people will argue that dogs are loyal, loving, and affectionate, and cats are independent, quirky little creatures who can make you feel like you’re part of their world. I get it. I really do. But for me, it’s just not something I want in my personal space. If you want to keep a dog outside to guard the house, that’s fine by me. But bringing them indoors? That’s a hard pass.

It’s interesting, though. People who love their pets have a unique bond with them, like they’re part of the family. I see that, and I respect it, but I’ve never been able to form that connection. Maybe it’s because of my early experiences, or maybe it’s just that I’m not the type of person who feels the need for constant companionship in the form of an animal.

At the end of the day, I think pets are for the people who love them, and I’m all for letting those who do keep them. Excuse me, please, from joining that club.

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