Another Meme, becasue I am bored.
Got this from anobjectinspace and crysania4
You know you're a dog-person when...
(Bold/underline those that apply to you now and/or that have applied to you in the past):
You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard, but no small children.
Lintwheels are on your shopping list every week.
You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies. (Well, there is a baby, but we have a few gates in areas of the house that he never goes in, so I am bolding this one.)
The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work. (No, it stays in the pantry to keep them out. Does that count?)
You refer to yourselves as Mommy and Daddy. (Well, mommy and mommy but ya.
Your dog sleeps with you. (A few of them do.)
Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other/friends/colleagues/etc. (Gotta say no on this one.)
You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose-prints all over the inside. (When my car worked, ya! Even got a bumper sticker that states: My dog is my co-pilot.)
You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but she understands. (Haha, I am so tired of bolding these things.)
Your dog eats cat poop, but you still let her kiss you (but not immediately afterward, of course).
You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.(I wouldn't say despise, but not liking my dog is like not liking someone's baby. I frown on you. xD)
You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.
You talk about your dog the way other people talk about their kid. (Guilty.)
You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your dog. (Nope, becasue there isn't enough space on the card. xD)
You put an extra blanket on the bed so your dog can be comfortable. (No, but she steals my pillows so I did buy her her own.)
You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your dog than go out socially with people.
You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your dog loves to go with you.
You open your purse, and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-ups pops out.
You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water. (Best thing I ever bought.)
You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day. Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the drugstore.
Your dog is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy lumber and build her a small staircase so she can climb onto the bed by herself. (When prissy was alive, we bulit her a ramp to get in the bed.)
Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your dog.
You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Meg, pee!" over and over again, while Meg tends to play and forget what she's out there for. (Nope, I fenced in the yard they can pee as they please.)
You match your furniture/carpet/clothes to your dog.
You have your dog's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).
You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get. (I made a lot of enemy at the dog park this way.)
You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work.
You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your dog needs her walk.
You don't go to happy hours with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your dog.
Your friend's dog acts as Best Dog at your wedding.
Your weekend activities are planned around your dog (both days).
You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night (after all, her other dish is way down on the first floor...) (Not exactly, but we do have one in our bed room in case they don't feel like going to the kitchen. xD)
Your freezer contains more dog bones than anything else.
You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your dog gets a taste, too).
You shovel a zigzag path in the back yard snow so your dog can reach all her favorite spots.
You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because your dog is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.
You keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta. (I have to, or I'd never get to eat. xD)
You make popcorn just to play catch with your dog.
You carry pictures of your dog in your wallet instead of pictures of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else remotely human.
Your dog is the star of your World Wide Web site! (She does have her own facebook.)
Your parents refer to your pet as their granddog.
You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore. (AND I have a dog section in my personal library.)
Your jewelry box contains no jewels... just those fasteners from vari-kennels.
Every time you read the name Bob, you think the guy's first name is Best of Breed.
Your house isn't carpeted--the fuzzy furballs under your feet are soft enough...
Your hungry wifey comes home from work, lifts the cover of the pan on the stove and says, "Is this people food or dog food?"
Your hungry hubby once ate the dog food and asked for seconds. (Do dog cookies count?)
You don't give a second thought to using the brush you just used on your dog to give a quick run through on your own hair.
At your dinner parties, you always double check the butter before putting it on the table.
You put important papers in your latest issue of your breed magazine you know you will find them there.
You have dog hair stuck on tape on wrapped gifts.
You have dog toys and treats in your briefcase. (If I had one I would. xD)
You have several albums filled with the 8 by 10 pictures of your dogs but you can't locate any pictures of your kids/friends/coworkers to send to other friends/relatives.
You show up at the car dealers with a ruler, to measure and see if your big dog crate will fit. Before the actual purchase you make the dealer cringe by insisting that you load both crates and dog into the shinny, new vehicle to make sure it works! (Not exactly but I did decide on the convertible because I knew my dog would love it.)
You can't get the groceries in the car because its
A) already full of dog food
B) you have that big old crate in there.
You visit relatives only if there is a dog show nearby.
You visit relatives only if you are allowed to bring the dog, too.
You remove all the seats from the van except the two in the front so you have room for crates, or you cover your backseats in semi-permanent dog bedding/blankets. (Haha, we opted for a car with leather seats so they couldn't get stained. xD)
The passenger seat is full of dog stuff.
You cringe at the price of food in the grocery store but think nothing of the cost of dog food or treats.
You have six squeaky hedgehogs... but only 1 with a squeaky that works.
You put popcorn in the clean dog dish for movie night.
You pull out your credit card and little bits of liver are stuck to it.
When you get your latest roll of film and there isn't a single picture of a two-legged person in it. (I use digital... but this definitely applies!)
People at work have stopped offering you their lint brushes; they realize it is a hopeless case.
I almost didn't wanna post this becasue I like bolded almost all of them. lmao
You know you're a dog-person when...
(Bold/underline those that apply to you now and/or that have applied to you in the past):
You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard, but no small children.
Lintwheels are on your shopping list every week.
You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies. (Well, there is a baby, but we have a few gates in areas of the house that he never goes in, so I am bolding this one.)
The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work. (No, it stays in the pantry to keep them out. Does that count?)
You refer to yourselves as Mommy and Daddy. (Well, mommy and mommy but ya.
Your dog sleeps with you. (A few of them do.)
Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other/friends/colleagues/etc. (Gotta say no on this one.)
You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose-prints all over the inside. (When my car worked, ya! Even got a bumper sticker that states: My dog is my co-pilot.)
You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but she understands. (Haha, I am so tired of bolding these things.)
Your dog eats cat poop, but you still let her kiss you (but not immediately afterward, of course).
You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.(I wouldn't say despise, but not liking my dog is like not liking someone's baby. I frown on you. xD)
You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.
You talk about your dog the way other people talk about their kid. (Guilty.)
You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your dog. (Nope, becasue there isn't enough space on the card. xD)
You put an extra blanket on the bed so your dog can be comfortable. (No, but she steals my pillows so I did buy her her own.)
You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your dog than go out socially with people.
You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your dog loves to go with you.
You open your purse, and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-ups pops out.
You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water. (Best thing I ever bought.)
You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day. Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the drugstore.
Your dog is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy lumber and build her a small staircase so she can climb onto the bed by herself. (When prissy was alive, we bulit her a ramp to get in the bed.)
Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your dog.
You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Meg, pee!" over and over again, while Meg tends to play and forget what she's out there for. (Nope, I fenced in the yard they can pee as they please.)
You match your furniture/carpet/clothes to your dog.
You have your dog's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).
You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get. (I made a lot of enemy at the dog park this way.)
You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work.
You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your dog needs her walk.
You don't go to happy hours with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your dog.
Your friend's dog acts as Best Dog at your wedding.
Your weekend activities are planned around your dog (both days).
You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night (after all, her other dish is way down on the first floor...) (Not exactly, but we do have one in our bed room in case they don't feel like going to the kitchen. xD)
Your freezer contains more dog bones than anything else.
You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your dog gets a taste, too).
You shovel a zigzag path in the back yard snow so your dog can reach all her favorite spots.
You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because your dog is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.
You keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta. (I have to, or I'd never get to eat. xD)
You make popcorn just to play catch with your dog.
You carry pictures of your dog in your wallet instead of pictures of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else remotely human.
Your dog is the star of your World Wide Web site! (She does have her own facebook.)
Your parents refer to your pet as their granddog.
You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore. (AND I have a dog section in my personal library.)
Your jewelry box contains no jewels... just those fasteners from vari-kennels.
Every time you read the name Bob, you think the guy's first name is Best of Breed.
Your house isn't carpeted--the fuzzy furballs under your feet are soft enough...
Your hungry wifey comes home from work, lifts the cover of the pan on the stove and says, "Is this people food or dog food?"
Your hungry hubby once ate the dog food and asked for seconds. (Do dog cookies count?)
You don't give a second thought to using the brush you just used on your dog to give a quick run through on your own hair.
At your dinner parties, you always double check the butter before putting it on the table.
You put important papers in your latest issue of your breed magazine you know you will find them there.
You have dog hair stuck on tape on wrapped gifts.
You have dog toys and treats in your briefcase. (If I had one I would. xD)
You have several albums filled with the 8 by 10 pictures of your dogs but you can't locate any pictures of your kids/friends/coworkers to send to other friends/relatives.
You show up at the car dealers with a ruler, to measure and see if your big dog crate will fit. Before the actual purchase you make the dealer cringe by insisting that you load both crates and dog into the shinny, new vehicle to make sure it works! (Not exactly but I did decide on the convertible because I knew my dog would love it.)
You can't get the groceries in the car because its
A) already full of dog food
B) you have that big old crate in there.
You visit relatives only if there is a dog show nearby.
You visit relatives only if you are allowed to bring the dog, too.
You remove all the seats from the van except the two in the front so you have room for crates, or you cover your backseats in semi-permanent dog bedding/blankets. (Haha, we opted for a car with leather seats so they couldn't get stained. xD)
The passenger seat is full of dog stuff.
You cringe at the price of food in the grocery store but think nothing of the cost of dog food or treats.
You have six squeaky hedgehogs... but only 1 with a squeaky that works.
You put popcorn in the clean dog dish for movie night.
You pull out your credit card and little bits of liver are stuck to it.
When you get your latest roll of film and there isn't a single picture of a two-legged person in it. (I use digital... but this definitely applies!)
People at work have stopped offering you their lint brushes; they realize it is a hopeless case.
I almost didn't wanna post this becasue I like bolded almost all of them. lmao