I like cats. I grew up with a cat and had cats as soon as I was on my own. I never had a dog until I got, as a puppy, the 8-year-old Boston Terrier I have now. My husband is a serious cat person. Had a dog or two growing up, but many more cats all of his life. He has a way with cats that I don’t. I like to cuddle, most cats do not. The nicer ones will tolerate it briefly, but I never get the impression that they couldn’t just take it or leave it. Meh.
Dogs, on the other hand, relish the attention. It’s not just the breeding, it’s their legacy. They are pack animals and, as such, operate within a social construct even outside of their species. I am a part of my dog’s pack. I’m it’s alpha and that means that I make all the rules. I am the determining factor in not just my dog’s survival, but his thriving and his happiness. He knows it and I know it. It’s an awesome relationship.
So, here’s the daily scoop on why I’m a dog person. Every morning when he urgently needs to pee, he wakes up my husband by licking him in the face. He doesn’t wake me. Ever. Because I’m the alpha and you don’t pester the alpha unnecessarily. He knows the drill. A treat comes after the pee break and then there’s fresh water and food. The cat has begun to pick up on the dog’s cues, now waiting eagerly at her bowl, too.
The dog sees me off at the door every morning I leave for work and rests while I’m away. The cat, OTOH, tears the shit out of fucking everything while we’re away. I’m going to start using her for toilet paper when she’s finished shredding the last of it.
When I come home from work, he’s ready to go play or do whatever I, the alpha, decide we should do.
Let’s go for a hike.
Sure!
Let’s go run errands in the car.
Sure! I love to ride even though I get a little carsick. I won’t puke, though; I’ll just look a little pitiful, but don’t let it stop you from taking me along. I really like your company.
Wanna go chill in bed while I surf the internet?
Sure! I’ll just cuddle up next to you so you can stroke my head…or scratch my belly. Whatever floats your boat.
HEY! THERE’S SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE DOOR! HEY! HEY!!!
knock, knock
Good dog. Thanks for the heads up. If anyone so much as lifts a finger to me, he will bark and growl viciously. If I show any signs of distress, he’ll actually bite. I believe he would do his very best to protect me, if necessary. He’s little, but he’s tough. He’d protect the rest of the pack as well. When I went through a very serious depression, he never left my side. You could tell it really affected him. He’s really the best friend I’ve ever had. There’s nothing wrong with unconditional loyalty and affection.
I’m a pretty social person. I don’t enjoy alone time as much as I enjoy being around others. I think this is a very big reason why I consider myself a dog person. I am never really alone since I’ve had a dog.