8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Day 983 of My Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now
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I'm more a dog person, probably because they're more intelligent. This has been found through numerous behavioral studies, …and there's also that brain-size thing that dogs have going for them.
"I've found them to be free-thinking and inquisitive, like atheists."
I think this is just an illusion, mistaking an evolved solitary nature and a lack of social communicative abilities to an objectivist thought process (think …Ayn Rand atheists…)
"Dogs seem to be more accepting, more willing to go along."
Dogs have evolved complex social interactions and are able to process these inter-species, …like humans, cats …no.
I would also like to pitch in and say cats are evil and and an anathema to civilised society. They are little psychopaths.
…there's that too.
I've never care for cats that much. It's not that I dislike them, I've just never warmed to them the way I did with dogs.
The difference for me is that dogs being pack oriented have that sense of wanting to be part of the family, whereas cats (at least the ones I've had experience with) seem to act more as their own family within the same house. My wife and I have always had Chow Chows since we've been married (we currently have two) and we now have a Landseer Newfoundland.
Here's something I don't think a pet cat would do....Our very first chow probably saved my wife's and my daughters life. One night we were out in the backyard when our dog came running up behind my (pregnant) wife and grabbed something and started shaking it. Then we heard something smack off of the tree next to him. When we turned around and shined the flashlight at the tree, there was a rattlesnake laying there. He hadn't killed it, but he had stunned it enough that it gave me time to get a hoe and finish it off. It wasn't a full grown adult, but it was still around 18" long. How he didn't get bit, we don't know.
Spend any time around a loyal "smart" dog and you stop thinking of them as pets, and instead feel privileged and honored to have them as trusted friends.
Meh, friends behave entirely differently than offspring... I find dogs are more like offspring, something I never wanted. My cats have been as friendly as my dogs.
Nice emoticon :)
A friend of mine took his family fishing by the river. Their little daughter fell in and their golden retriever jumped in and fished her out. Cats do seem less likely to save you in such a situation.
There have been cats in my life that meant a lot to me, but it's a different kind of relationship.