Sean has no pets (thank god, he can’t look after himself too well, sorry Sean).
Bobby has a cat, sort of, in that it hardly ever comes into the house, and yet somehow manages to devour all its food every day.
Tracey has her rabbit (and that’s where this conversation started).
And KC has his dog that comes to the office most days now.
But why?
Well, as far as Sean is concerned, he has no pets as we’d all go around and rescue any poor creature unfortunate enough to be taken home by him (except girls).
But looking at it sensibly. Pets are a pain in the bum. You have to go home to them, take them out, feed them, insure them, pray they don’t ruin every other possession in your house, and in the case of dogs, pray they don’t eat other people’s children. You have to groom them, clean up after them and entertain them.
Madness.
In the office we agreed that a dog was the hardest pet, but also the most rewarding as they’re pretty much domesticated and do like to please. The independence of a cat has its advantages and they’re unlikely to cause too many problems beyond wrecking the sofa and depleting the local bird population.
But the rabbit? Tracey doesn’t even have kids! Sorry girl. We don’t understand. Yes it’s cute, but it poos all over your flat! I know you try to tell us it’s house trained, but we’ve been to yours and found its little “presents” around the place.
The pluses of course is that if the damn thing stays still long enough to be stroked it’s a pleasant thing to do, and you always have an excuse for leaving to go home when you’re bored. Still. A rabbit?
Having sort of agreed that they’re all more trouble than they’re worth, we then confounded common sense by also agreeing that none of us would give ours back!
Why? Well, just go get yourself one and see.