I’m a cat person.
A couple folks in the household really wanted a dog. We have plenty of yard, plenty of faces in the house, and decent research skills so it was feasible to get a dog and to raise it into a well-adjusted pet. So we got a black lab mix puppy a couple months ago. So far he’s working out to be a good dog. He’s got a good disposition, lots of energy, learns quickly, loves the bath, etc. I really have no complaints.
And I find the creature absolutely nauseating. Like a good daddy, I spend time with him, love on him and do all the stuff you’re supposed to do, but I am just failing to bond at all with him. It’s like I just don’t have a dog-shaped place in my heart. I can’t take him seriously. I can’t get past the thought that all his love and enthusiasm he shows for me is just bred into him–he has no choice but to act that way unless I get really abusive to him for a really long time (which is not in my nature, so no worries). Cats are different, to me. They can take you or leave you, and if they decide to take you they are really loyal and responsive. They like some people in the house and not others. The dog? He thinks everyone is just fantastic–he’s a simpering whore who, again, doesn’t really have a choice about loving people. It strikes me as a completely meaningless friendship that could be just as easily replicated by taping notes all over the house that declare, “I love you” and “You’re the best!” to anyone who can read.
TLDR: I’m a cat person. I own a dog. I’m not having any luck bonding with the dog, and do not see anything emotionally redeeming about owning a dog.