Well, my late Cocker Spaniel, Dusty, would probably have been a grave robberand a pimp. Simultaneously. If only because he was too old/lazy to bother with burking people himself to get new corpses.
I mean, he liked me, but he was a mean, sleazy dog. :eek:
Moby, the border collie, would be that person you work with who always bustles around looking busy and important but never apparently achieving anything. She manages to interrupt everyone else’s work with “important announcements” which are never important and barely qualify as annoucements. They’re just interruptions.
Muffin, the Burmese cat, would be - and is - a diabolical genius, plotting to take over the world/comfy spot in the sun.
Peace is that likeable but empty-headed lass who never manages to do anything right and has to be double-checked at every turn but somehow no one has the heart to crack the whip over her because she’s just so gosh-dern sweet.
Although now that I think about it, I’m sure he/she would do a much better job - especially at retrieving things, like say, jobs that have been off-shored.
Nebula, Golden Retriever: The same job she just retired from - slut.
She was a breeder for Guide Dogs for the Blind, mating with studs or syringes whenever she went into heat, and having puppies. She now has grandpuppies. She appears to have quite a come-hither wag.
The 60-pound retriever mix would make a fine speed bump impersonator. She has a fantastic knack for being sprawled out on the floor, snoozing, at the wrong time.
The chihuahua might be a fine activities director. He’ll run off and look back as if saying "Let’s GO!"