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I’ve never made any secret of the fact that I’m not a fan of most pets. We’ve had a variety of dogs, turtles, mice, gerbils, guinea pigs, and fish and that snake and I’ve been tolerant. Oh, and now she’s caring for someone else’s bearded dragon.

Tolerant.

No cats – I hate cats. Cats are creepy and nasty plus I’m highly allergic. And it’s funny how cat people don’t have a clue. “Oh my cat stays in the other room when people are here.” Uh, no it doesn’t. “My cat never jumps up on the counter/furniture/strangers” except when I’m there of course. And it’s not just the cat, it’s the hair and dander . . . and the smell. Some cat people don’t smell their houses. I may love you to death, but I won’t be back to your house. Sorry. There’s no nice way to say it. I need to breathe more than I need to tolerate your cat. Although, I must say I can actually tolerate some cat people’s houses better than others. I don’t know why. I don’t know why house A sucks the air right out of my chest while house B only slowly causes a bit of tightening. It’s a pay-as-you-go thing.

And rabbits too BTW.

Girlchild can’t wait til she can afford to get horses. She wants a bunch of them. Some big dream about someday having a ranch where she can care for bunches of unwanted pets and horses. She’s went through some training about horse care through girl scouts and thinks it’s no big deal. And no matter what I say – because I know very little about horses – I can’t convince her how much work it is. You have to really be invested in being horse people.

I have a few horse people on my LJ flist and currently they all seem to be experience huge and expensive issues with one or more of their horses. I’m almost tempted to force the kid to sit and read these journals so she gets a bigger clue how much of a commitment having horses can be. Oh I’m sure the rewards are worth it for some people, but you have to cringe whenever a newbie tries to get into the game. I’m also sure it has to be something you’re raised doing – most of the time. Maybe we can hope she meets a good man with horse raising experience.

One of the best parts of my own dreams is NO PETS. Once the kid and her zoo are gone I’m never going to have a pet again. Well, maybe a well behaved small wiener dog when I’m officially elderly but I’m so looking forward to not having anything or anyone but myself to care for.

Not to say that I don’t feel for people who do care for their animals. I feel bad that this one had to be put down and that one will soon and that their people have to go through it. At least someone cares about this or that creature and the animal knew it. I don’t want to mistreat animals, I just don’t want them around me.

I was sitting here this morning having (McDonald’s) breakfast with Ginnie and opened Facebook. There among the fish and flower and cause requests was a friend suggestion. About my sister.

My sister who hasn’t spoken to me in years and I don’t know why. My sister tends to slam the door on people who piss her off, without ever actually telling them why. Years ago she called me begging to take her kid because she couldn’t handle her anymore. I did. I had Brittany for a couple of happy years and I did my damndest to not trash her stupid mother for choosing a man over her own daughter. (He’s a complete ass, BTW) Miss B eventually went back to her mother and Beth hasn’t really spoken to me since. When I flew to Florida for my Father’s open-heart surgery, we were all in the same waiting room for 10 hours and she never spoke to me or looked at me. Not even when I asked her point-blank what her problem was. Whatever.

Not that we were ever close. There have been maybe 3 years in our entire lives that we could be considered friends. We fought like badgers growning up and I’ve pretty much scorned every life decision she’s ever made – and there were some doozies. Maybe she just can’t handle my honesty when I think she’s making another mistake. Look in a mirror lady, you don’t need me to point out what you’re doing wrong.

Whatever. It took me a while to figure out it was a “friend suggestion” from my cousin Jackie, rather than Beth actually asking to be friends. I’ll pass, Jackie. If she wants to suddenly be friends, let’s leave that up to her to ask. Which leads me to wonder what Jackie’s up to. Was that click not thought out at all, or does she think a stupid friend request on Facebook will change years of alienation? Hot nardly.

Edited: Cousin Jackie has informed me she didn’t realize how bad the situation was and had only clicked the connection link without really thinking about it, knowing Beth was new to Facebook and wouldn’t know anyone. I’m not and was never pisssed at Jackie.