Say that to enough pet owners and they’ll kick the crap out of you.
I tell them that all the time.
One of my pet peeves (no pun intended) is people who have those tiny toy dogs who dress them up, carry them everywhere and baby talk to them.
Just tramples all over my last nerve.
After I retired I took a job three days a week pumping gas at the only full service station around.
I saw so many of those goobers baby talking to their dressed up toy dogs that I wanted to puke. Why they thought I needed to know their stupid dogs and how “precious” they were is beyond me.
One day I finally had enough.
A particularly obnoxious female goober with a particularly obnoxious dog with more clothes on than imaginable just insisted on baby talking to the dog and baby talking to me as if the dog were talking just pushed me over the edge.
Seeing I was extremely unimpressed she broke character and asked me why I didn’t like dogs. I told her I like dogs well enough, heck I even had one.
Seeing her opening (poor soul) she pounced, asking what it’s name was. I told her we called it Dog.
Looking at me like I was a simpleton she asked why I didn’t give it a more personal name.
I told her I had learned long ago not to name anything you might have to eat if times got tough.
She rolled the window up so damned fast it almost took the stupid toy dogs snout off.
I had my smile for the day.