If I Didn't Have Animals . . . .

I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.

My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.

All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.

When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.

When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there,
nor would my foot be bruised by the big dog stepping on it to get there.

I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted,
without taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.

I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree --
dog bones, stuffed animals, toys, treats nor would I have to explain to people why I wrap them.

I would have money .... And no guilt to go on a real vacation.

I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians, as I put
Their yet unborn grandkids thru college.

The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.

My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.

My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.

My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.

I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L-, F-R-I-S-B-E-E, W-A-L-K, or T-R-E-A-T. (And I-C-E C-R-E-A-M).

I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.

I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.

I'd look forward to spring and the melting of snow instead of dreading mud season and finding all that poop under the snow.

I would not have to answer the question "Why do you have so many pets?" from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.
How empty my life would be.