Pets

I got into a discussion with some of my fellow co-workers today about pets. Now, as most of you know, I’m not the biggest animal lover…which, I know, is the biggest understatement of the year.

One lady has three cats and another guy has two dogs. They playfully argue over which type of pet is the best and most practical (i.e. which animal they like the best). Well that’s great. I keep my animal hating comments to myself and let them talk amongst themselves. Of course, the conversation turns to me and my preference of pets. I start off by saying that I’m allergic to most pets due to their pet dander (which is true) and I’m not really much of a pet person (which is, most definitely, true). They goad me into joining the conversation and try to persuade me to look at pictures of their pets. Which, by the way, why do people do that? Right after I specifically say that I’m not a fan of pets, people seem to think that they (and their pets) are exempt from what I have just said and try to convince me that theirs is the most cutest/smartest/nicest/well-behaved whatever. That’s so annoying. Anyway, I digress…

Well after much goading, I finally admit that, yes, I hate pets. They each give me matching stunned stares as they try to determine whether I’m kidding or not. As I soon point out, yes, you heard me right, I hate all animals…I try to reassure them that I don’t discriminate, I hate them all equally. But somehow, that didn’t make them feel better. Go figure.

So world, be warned, Kristina does not like pets.