As I write this, I’m listening against my will to the incessant whining of a dog just outside my bedroom door. He wants in; I want sheets that don’t smell like dog and aren’t covered in drool. I have the ability to open and close doors and therefore I win.
Yet, he’s the one driving me up the wall with the whining, so he wins a little bit too.
This all got me thinking about pet peeves. I could blog all day about the human things that drive me nuts, but hey, here’s a better idea: let’s share our PET peeves! With five cats and two-and-a-half dogs (I refuse to count the Bonus Dog as a third), I have plenty of fodder, and yet, I’m convinced you’ll have fabulous ones too.
Ready?
Bonus Dog is a whiny, whiny dog, and yet, so cute that I want to give in. He’s laying outside the bedroom door in a little ball, I’m sure, with his nose under the door so I get the full force of his whining. When I walk out, I’ll feel the warm spot on the wood floor where he was laying, and I’ll wish he could lounge around on our bed all day, too!
My big lug of a dog (Beau: 100 pounds) puts his wet nose on everything. You know how you put your eyes on things when you look at them? He does that, WITH HIS NOSE. Drives me nuts, but then, he’s so sweet that I feel bad for being annoyed at him.
The dogs have taken over the couch. My softie of a husband actually brought another chair into the living room because there wasn’t any room for him on the couch. Swear. So, we’re buying dog beds and taking back our lives, couch first. Once upon a time we didn’t let dogs on the couch, but slowly we got suckered into allowing it, and now here we are, smushed together on one side with a dog on our laps and two others squished beside us. It’s not right. Not right at all.
Your turn!
We have two pups, a boy and a girl, both dachshunds. The little girl will only let me walk her. She loves my husband 99% of the time and cuddles with him all day long, but as soon as he touches the leashes, she refuses to come near him and if he picks her up, she pees everywhere. This means I have 100% of the walking responsibility. Our little boy, he has no interest in toys until she has one. He will then fight till the death to get that toy. Getting two of everything never works because he only wants what she has and will just abandon what we give him.
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Our dog loses one of his toys under the chair in the living room every. single. day. And then freaks out trying to get it back, pacing and whining. There could be 10 other toys nearby, he must have that toy right that minute.Our one cat insists on, around once a week, peeing on the kitchen floor. We have a self cleaning litter box, so it's just because she feels like messing with us, we've deduced.
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Kim – Indy does what your boy does. And like you, getting three of everything doesn't help. He just wants what they have, and then when he gets it, he guards it. Won't eat it or play with it, just wants to have it. In fact, he'll wait to eat his food until they've finished, then eat while they're watching. It's very devious and douch-y, but with the whole heart thing, we leave it alone.Stephanie – I have a cat who does what your dog does. Every day. And then he stares at it in anguish until we get it out from under the couch. For a smart cat, it's a very dumb move. And I agree on the cat thing.
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Our cat loses his toys VERY quickly, like within minutes. Jams them under the fridge, in the return vents, wherever we can't find them and he can't reach them. THEN he goes and finds stuff of ours to play with, climbing on places he shouldn't be just to steal our pens and jewelry and receipts (and then loses those too).
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This is the best post/comments thread ever! We have two cats, Joey and Tyler. We let them sleep with us because they CAN NOT HANDLE closed doors. Especially if we are behind said closed door. They meow (more like shriek) and paw and whine and slam themselves against the door to get our attention. So we gave in.So since we let them in our room while we sleep, naturally they want attention at ridiculous hours of the morning. Joey's way of getting my attention is to chew on my hair. Waking up to that sound is…gross. Tyler has some separation anxiety, we think. Especially when Josh goes out of town for work. EVERY time he leaves, something happens to Tyler. He's gotten himself stuck in a suitcase, pooped himself (and tracked it all over my apartment), shut himself in a cabinet…I could go on. Every time something happens I wonder how the hell am I ever going to be a good parent to an actual human child? Oh…adventures in pet owning!
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My dog Henry expects us to haul him around everywhere with us. If I go for a solo 3 mile run (his constant sprints after squirrels drive me nuts, so I walk him and then run by myself) he cries at the door, like he's abused and neglected, when he's actually shockingly spoiled.
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Ah, love this. My dogs lay on the mat directly in front of my sink when I am washing dishes. If my husband stood in the same place, I would make him move, but not the dogs! That means I am reaching out to wash the dishes, with the dogs between me and the sink. But, I allow it because that means they are being good and calm, just laying down, instead of conducting Puppy UFC in my living room.Also, one of the dogs is a remote stealer. We have found them under the bed, under the couches and even outside!
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We made the mistake of letting our cat sleep in the bed one night (our bedroom is cold, so we kept the door open one night in an effort to make the room warmer…kitty thought that meant he could sleep there), so now, when we close the door at night, he'll sit right outside the door whining, waking us up in 1-2 hour intervals. Sprinkle that with some intermittent POUNDING on the doors, and you've got some cranky, sleep deprived people. Our cat is much like Em's from the sounds of it.And then there's the litter. We have a small apartment, and he gets litter stuck in his paws, which means it ends up EVERYWHERE. His box is in the laundry room, right off the kitchen, and he loves to jump on the kitchen counter. This means I have to wipe/sanitize my counters every.single.day. Anyone got any solutions to this one? He also ate my wedding veil a few months before our wedding. That was a bit of a pet peeve for me, I guess you could say. Then of course there was the time less than a week before our wedding that he brought a live rat into the house and set him loose in the room where the wedding lived. He's not allowed outside anymore…
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We have a 2 1/2 pound chihuahua and although we never feed her "people food" anytime you open the fridge, she trots into the kitchen and looks at you with sad puppy eyes…it only gets worse if you're actually eating, she'll sit by your feet and whine and whine, it pains me.Also…anytime you sit on the floor for anything (which I normally do to craft), she assumes its playtime and is in your lap and on top of whatever you're working on.But, she's just so cute, can you blame her?
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My cat likes to pick at terry cloth. Pick, pick, pick — he'll get one little fiber loose with his teeth and nails, pull it out and then bite it in half. And then go for another fiber (pick, pick, pick). And then another…he works his way across the fabric in rows like he's eating an ear of corn. He's ruined all our bathroom towels. I have to store them in a plastic bins now.
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Jellyby our shihtzu is a total whinemereiner. She whines if we're upstairs and she's too lazy to walk up the stairs. She whines if I leave her (princess has major separation anxiety issues). She whines if she wants to get up on the bed and we're not responding fast enough. Whine whine whine. But she has that gorgeous adorable little pouty face, so it's hard to say no.
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