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17 May 2011 @ 01:32 pm
Misanthropy Squared  
Most of you know that I have two Labrador retrievers. We have Abbey the sweet, yellow lab, who is the newer addition. She was raised by some friends of ours but then by happenstance came to live with us only two years ago. Then we have Katie, the black lab, who Nolan brought home with him the first year we were married.

I love these dogs. You know how some people are nuts about their pets? I mean really, really crazy? Yeah, that's me. I love these girls like they were actual people. And funnily enough, one of them really doesn't know she's a dog, so it works out.

Today's blog was inspired by my three hour visit to the veterinarian. I noticed while sitting there, playing solitaire on my ipod, that nearly everyone in the waiting room either looked like or had characteristics similar to their dog. It was funny. I'm not going to lie, I giggled to myself several times.

There was the overweight, asthmatic man whose pudgy Welsh Corgi breathed so loudly that it was a toss up who was going to need the inhaler; he was even wearing the same color tan shirt as his dog's coat. There was an ex-military guy with a German Shepherd, both of whom looked fierce. There was the pierced and tattooed thug-like twenty-something with a pit bull who looked like it had been in his fair share of scuffles. Both were totally mild mannered, though; the man even struck up a conversation about the Royal Wedding (not to me), so I'm not sure what was going on there. Mixed signals. There was the slightly manic, permed, chatty, fifty-something woman who had the same hairdo as her yippy standard poodle (those dogs creep me out for some reason) and there was the woman with some mixed breed who spent two hours on talking loudly on the phone while her dog made our ears bleed with barking. Rude, the both of them. (There were also a couple of Lhasa Apsos who both had a Napoleon complex and kept pushing Katie until I was absolutely sure one of them was going to be her mid-morning snack. I wonder if their owners provoke other people to the point of growling? It'd be interesting to know.)

Anyhow, I was pretty smug, sitting there, assured of the fact that I don't look like Katie, whose prognosis, incidentally, was that she's old. Then... I thought about it some more.

Kate's getting older. In today's visit, we learned she has arthritis in her hips. I have a little hitch in my giddyup when I rise from a sitting position, too, quite frankly. She's going grey, and but for the well placed visit to the hair salon, so am I. She's inherently lazy, much like myself. And Katie is spoiled rotten. *cough* Me, too. Lastly, Katie - or her royal highness, as she really prefers to be addressed- doesn't like other dogs.

I love other dogs, but other people? I won't lie. A great deal of the time, they annoy the crap out of me. Katie will let any person pet her (within reason), but other dogs? No, sir. Away from her, peasants. Sniff her not. She isn't having it.

Even poor Abs, who lives with her, gets treated as if she doesn't exist. Completely ignored.

...And I 'nothing' people. Most especially the ones that wear me out.

So. It appears that I have nothing to be smug about. I'm exactly like my dog: old, cranky, lazy, misanthropic and spoiled.

And my solitaire score was two and thirty five.

Buy hey, at least I'm in good company.
 
 
I am:: at the bar
I feel:: contemplativecontemplative
 
 
 
Carmenhumbuggirl on May 17th, 2011 06:55 pm (UTC)
I have an ageing increasingly incontinent boxer dog.

Er... lol
Carrie Leigh: Always forgivecarrie_leigh on May 17th, 2011 06:57 pm (UTC)
*giggles*

Um... sorry?
April Wesson DriggersApril Wesson Driggers on May 17th, 2011 07:02 pm (UTC)
I'm loving the descriptions!!
I have never taken the time to really notice the people and their pets and the similarities between the two. I do, however, get the emails with photos of how people resemble the same.
(Anonymous) on May 17th, 2011 07:23 pm (UTC)
So? Mollie? Me? Except for maybe carrying a bit too much in the caboose we aren't alike? Are we?
Carrie Leigh: ruby slipperscarrie_leigh on May 17th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC)
Um... I'm thinking you're like Sammy. :)
Alluring_Twilight: GameofThronesBlondeGirlalluringt_light on May 18th, 2011 12:15 am (UTC)
Now that I think about it, I am my dog and my dog is probably me.

He is annoying (but I still love him), is very persistent when wanting us to throw his toys and play games, loves to sleep and eat and is very clumsy, ie he runs into doors and tables when excited.

O_O
O Demanding One: HP: Ickle Boys ♥heyurs on May 18th, 2011 04:14 pm (UTC)

Howdy! Haven't heard from you in forever! *hugs*

deedsk_tx on May 18th, 2011 05:37 pm (UTC)
So we don't have dogs in the Kumpel home- just a fish! A Transgendered-(as he is now a she- so says Nicky) male betta fighting fish named Glowy! Does that mean I'm a little like the Glow-Glow?? A fiesty- yet colorful- fighting fish? I think I am!!

dragonsangel68: Button - I'm smiling that should scare ydragonsangel68 on May 25th, 2011 02:22 pm (UTC)
Let's see... Old, gray, riddled with arthritis, slightly insane and hyperactive (or he was while the body was willing).

Or, young, princess-like and spoiled rotten.

I know which one I'd prefer, but the other is probably more accurate ;)