February 16, 2012

You Have to Love Me, I Don't Eat Your Friends


I’m going to take a minute to talk to you about animals.

Before you run away screaming like your ass is aflame, I will assure you this is not a PETA post. Nor is this going to be a post about how yummy and delicious kangaroos taste.  Cool?  Sweet. I’m glad we got that out of the way.

Some of you may remember such posts as Meet Keith: He Probably Eats Poop and Hey Roberta, GTFO! If you haven’t read them, let me give you a quick rundown:  My landlord is an idiot, I found a dead raccoon fetus on my back porch, Keith is a teenage raccoon who likes to give me sass, and Roberta is the Queen Bitch squirrel who used to reside in the wall at the head of my bed.  Feel all caught up? Good. Me too.

I’m sure you’re thinking “Britt! You must feel so fulfilled with all of these wonderful critters in your life!” Well, sadly, you are mistaken.  As much fun as raccoon fetuses and squeaky squirrels are, I find myself wanting more.  When I stroll down the street and see a cat, I will run after it and force it to love me. Not in a creepy, predatory way (probably), but in a why won’t you just snuggle with me and love me forever kind of way. I’m pretty good at making sure they aren’t alley cats before I smother them… mostly.

So why don’t I just shut the eff up and get a pet, you ask? When it comes down to it, I am not in a place where I can own an animal. (Dear PETA, I know people don’t ‘own’ animals in that slavery kind of way, but fuck off. I say what I want.) My apartment is itty bitty, and I don’t spend enough time at home. I go away for extended periods of time, and I’m not nearly financially stable enough to replace all of the electronics/wires/shoes that the sonofabitch will undoubtedly stick in its mouth/butt.

I adore animals (particularly of the cat/dog/bunny varieties) and dream of a day when I can have one of my own to dress up in dragqueen outfits to love. Want to know a sad, little factoid about me? I’ve never had a pet.  Well, I suppose that’s not entirely true. I once had a pet guppy for a couple of weeks. (I can feel the jealousy radiating off of you from here, folks.) I got him for free at a garage sale. I named him Bob. I kept him in a rose bowl I also got for free that same day at the garage sale. It was all pretty glamorous.  I don’t mean to brag.

Bob and I had a gay ole time. We rolled in the grass at the park. We took long walks through the neighbourhood. We joined a pet playgroup and made all sorts of pals. Oh no wait, we didn’t do any of that. He was a fucking guppy and didn’t even have a face.

I was a very responsible fifth grader and ended up bringing Bob into the science lab at school when I went away for a week with my family. I told people I wanted to be sure he would get fed, but truthfully, it was a relief to be rid of him. I’m pretty sure he died shortly after (probably from separation anxiety.)  Now, don’t get the wrong idea. This is not an indication of my ability to have a pet. It’s an indication of how motherfucking boring guppies are and they have NO place being a pet of a 10 year old.  Plus they look like sperm.

After Bob, there were no other pet prospects. When I got old enough to move out, I lived vicariously through the pets of my friends, roommates and girlfriends. They always brought me so much joy, but not the same kind of joy as I always imagined people felt when it was their own animal. (I mean, people call their pets their ‘babies’ and they call themselves “mamma” or “daddy” of the animal… which I’ve always found really weird, but hey, who am I to judge? I guess I could have been Bob’s mama, but, like I said, he didn’t even have an effing face.)  What was I saying? Oh right. I lived vicariously through other people’s pets. Actually, I don’t know why I’m writing this in past tense, because I still fucking do. While I may seem really calm, cool and collected when I’m playing with your pet, chances are my brain is saying something like this: HE LOVES ME MORE THAN YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH ME FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER.

And you know what? He probably does because I carry bacon in my pocket I’m awesome.


So, I’m sure you’re wondering what the fucking point of this post is. And you know what? There isn’t one.  Aren’t you glad you made it to the end?

Good.

Me too.

Now give me your pet and no one gets hurt.

30 comments:

  1. No! You can't have my Demon Chihuahua! Keep your bacon away! *snuggles tightly*

    -Barb

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    1. I never said I needed consent, Barb ;)

      (Wow.. not THAT sounded predatory.)

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  2. I once tried to pet a raccoon that was outside my friends house. My boyfriend called me crazy and pulled me away while i tried to explain to him how he wanted to be my friend. Someday, i may get rabies.

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    1. I think you might have rabies from just thinking about touching the raccoon. That's how rabies works, right?
      Regardless, DON'T TOUCH THEM. They'll eat your face for dinner!

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  3. So, when you come and visit California. I will be more than happy to leave you in my house where you can smother small things happily. So we have the 70lb silver lab that likes to give *hugs* and stares at you with his sad eyes until you say yes. Then we have the little black dog that *smiles* (well, its more like a crazy grimace) at you fondly. Then chases random cats in the backyard. Then you can follow around said dogs while they continue to chew on the deck, stalk the pool cleaner feverishly, eat each others shit, and generally dig. Then, just then, when you think that you have had enough.....I WILL release the ankle biters on you while I go to the wine bar. Shalom my love, enjoy the quiet while you can!

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    1. Holy poop. That's a lot of commotion. You have kids too, don't you? Man OH man. That's a lot of poop to clean up.

      I do love big silver labs though. They give the best hugs.
      Be careful what you wish for ;)

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    2. Ankle Biters = Children. I normally call them "the bitches"

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  4. Well I give away pet parakeets all the time. You can have one of those. They don't cuddle, they are messy and loud, I've had ONE that was able to say some words, but he is an exception to parakeets. Oh, and they bite you. Until you bleed. If you're still interested, let me know!

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    1. You've done a pretty good job at advertising how awesome parakeets are as pets... I'm going to have to think about it. What a tempting offer!

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  5. I have a cat named Megatron... he's a dick. His sister, Lilith is a pregnant whore-cat. I have a snake too, but she doesn't snuggle much. At all. Kind of depressing, but she's still cool.
    Never had a guppy, but I did, in fact, have sperm as a pet. All was fine and well until the one night I let him sleep in my bed. The next morning, he was gone, but not before raiding my stuff and scrambling my eggs (this actually happened twice. you'd think I'd learned the first time...).
    Moral of my story, sperm make horrible pets.

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    1. MEGATRON is an awesome name for a cat! Lilith sounds like a hippie slut. But PREGNANT! That means kittttens!
      I laughed out loud with that sperm story.
      Je-sus. That's brilliant.

      I'm in the mood for some scrambled eggs now.

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    2. OMG, I love scrambled eggs. But then I remember that I somehow have to figure out how to pay for college, and I die a little on the inside.

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  6. No way would I give up the Bassetard. Unless you gave ME the bacon. Then I'd think about it...How big are your pockets?

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    1. Oh my pockets are DEEP, lady.

      Why did that sound so sexual....?

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  7. I think you are totally ready to commit to a guppy again. You an take it to all your friends houses, hand them the bowl as a distraction, while you go make plans with their pets to sneak away together one day.

    Good Luck!

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    1. You have a very good point. The classic "guppy distraction" technique.

      NOTED!

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  8. I don't have any pets but if I did, I would want the kind of bluebirds that help you get dressed in the morning. I meant to comment that hours ago, but the my laptop went all blue screen of death on me.

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    1. Ditto. Birds that dress me would definitely be an ideal pet.

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  9. I don't know if you'd have the energy to keep up with Diva. I don't. Today we locked him in the park with a neighbor dog and let them run for 30 minutes. He ran laps in the apartment for another hour when we got home.
    He would probably enjoy dressing in drag, though. He loves wearing clothes and well, there's a reason I call him Diva.

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    1. Ha. What kind of dog is Diva?? I really like that you have a male dog with that name. Totally up my alley.

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    2. He's a Jack Russell Pug mix (Jug, if you will). We adopted him with the name Chevy (like the truck), but it really doesn't fit. I've eased him into the name Diva. Right now he's resting on two pillows, on the couch, under a blanket...

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    3. I'm coming to steal your dog.

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  10. Thank you for not going PETA on my ass. Speaking of which, I love how their newest commercial embraces the act of objectifying women over eating animals.

    Check out their video. You will either laugh or want to slap someone.
    http://www.bwvaktboom.com/

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    1. HOLY shit I'm so happy you shared that link with me.
      I'm definitely going to go with the latter on this one and say that SLAPBOMBS are called for. That's horrendous. She looks like a sexual abuse victim. GO VEGAN! YOU CAN MAKE YOUR WOMAN LOSE HER ABILITY TO WALK AND DRESS HERSELF.

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  11. Awe I realy like your blog. Its cute, sassy and funny! I just followed you, hoping you'll follow me back too ;)

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    1. Thanks for the kind words! And doubly for following ;)

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  12. Pointless posts are always my favorite. I would give you my pet, but the thing lives inside my cranium, sorry.

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    1. Hm. I can see how that would be a tad difficult... Do you think the thing would respond to some chanting and/or baked goods? I have talent in both of those areas (Particularly in combination.)

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  13. I love dogs, but I want one that doesn't pee, shit, throw up, bark, whine, or chew on things. I'm having trouble finding one.

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