Well, my mom sounded like maybe she'd respond to the Pet Peeve challenge, but I haven't heard yet, so I guess I'll just keep checking it as we move on. I wonder what pet she was going to come up with? The only animals I remember at their place in recent years are squirrels and birds in the yard.... But they've probably got some peeves to share about them!
Thanks for all the great responses... most real, one imaginary. You all did a great job!
Let's see how you do at this.... Pretend for a moment that you ARE your pet. And that the assignment has just been reversed. Pick a pet (it can be the one you wrote about but doesn't absolutely have to be) and tell what about your owner (this would be YOU, of course, or a member of the owning family) -- you (the pet) find very annoying. What do you wish they'd do, or not do , or consider, to make your life easier? What are your, uh, Human Peeves?
If you don't have a pet, you can always use your imaginary one again. (This assignment will require some imagination anyway!) Or you can reach into the past and give voice to a former pet.
Your response might look something like this:
I am Stormie, a poodle, and I belong to Dee Dee and her family. I just wish they'd let me sleep on the bed. Everyone else around here gets to!
Okay, pets ..... it's your turn. Tell your masters what to write ......
9 comments:
Hi, this is Stormie the poodle again. Another one of my human peeves is that everyone is always kicking me around. I'm so little that people don't always notice me down there, so I really have to stay on my toes, or else I get kicked clear across the room! That's what it feels like anyway. But whenever it happens, they always hug me and apologize to me, so I guess it's not all bad...
Hello, I'm Scooter, the Wilson's dog. I really wish my humans would get me a doggy bed to lay on. Eleanor brought her dog's bed one time and I loved it. So soft and warm. But instead I have to lay around on tarps and empty bags in the basement. Also, I wish my humans would feed me cat food all the time. It's way better than dog food any day!
Hey, this is Skittles the parrot here. My folks are usually pretty good to me, but every once in a while they bring out this terribly itchy swimsuit-like thing, and expect me to wear it! They tell me that if I wear it, I'll be able to stay out of my cage more...roam around the house a bit...maybe even go out for a walk! But I don't buy any of that; Deep down, I know it's got to be part of some evil scheme they've hatched. And I think I've just about figured it out......
You see, I get pretty hot when I'm wearing it. So I think that each time I have the thing on, it cooks me a tiny bit more...and at this rate, I'll probably be roasted by next Thanksgiving. They just don't wanna have to buy a turkey!!!
*sigh* You never can trust owners.
hey that's a great idea! Be sure to get that bird fattened up over the next few months
Quick, somebody cover that poor bird's ears!
Hello, I am Justice, the ram lamb belonging to Lydia. One of the things that I wish my human wouldn’t do, is lock me up in the pasture after letting me out for a short breakfast. I have noticed that the grass tends to grow greener on the other side of the fence! And no matter how much she feeds me, it’s never sufficient!
I also wish that she would let me be inside of the house. I have snuck in twice, only to be shooed back outside quickly. The carpet looked so soft . . . . what a shame! I’m going to have to continue to teach her that sheep are people, too!
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Hi, I’m Danny, “owner” of an eleven-year-old boy named Kyle. First of all, I would like to say that I’m a full grown dog with a rich yellow coat. Yet, I’m continually called “puppy dog”!
When I’m taking my ill trained eleven-year-old “pet” on a walk at the beach, he yanks me away from the other dogs I am trying to “socialize” with.
Valerie, who owns the pampered Australian shepherd, let’s Anna on her bed. But Kyle doesn’t let me on his bed. I’m sometimes tethered on a chain by my ever disobedient eleven-year-old owner. And when I do sneak onto the light beige carpet (I do blend right in) my owner always tries to get me back onto the hard, cold tile floor.
Don’t worry, dogs. I’m working on my stubborn “pet”.
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I’m Faith, Victoria’s pet goat. And here is one big thing that I wish my owner would not do!
When I am eating my grain, she will come up to me and pick up my hoof and start trimming it! Of course, I do not like to have my hooves trimmed. So I will move over to Gabriel’s bucket, hoping she will forget it and go do something else. But of course not! She comes back, picks up my hoof and tries to do it again. And then, I just lay down, for nothing else seems to work. Frustrated, my owner crouches down beside me, pulls my hoof out from under me, and trims it as fast as she can before I stand up and do it again! Triumphantly, my owner cries, “One down, three to go”! Then she yells for her goat pal, Caroline, to come and hold me so that she can get the other three done!
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Hello, I am a mini-Australian shepherd named Anna. I love my owner, Valerie. She takes good care of me and loves me very much. However, if I could have my own way, I would change just a few things.
I wish that my human folk would stop washing and brushing me once a week! Every time I go outside with Valerie, she never lets me chase the sheep or goats, for fear I may get dirty. I love going upstairs to Valerie’s room so that I can jump up on her bed. But some times right when I come inside, I run up the stairs as fast as I can go, and soon after me comes Valerie! She then takes me off the bed and brings me back downstairs, because she says there is mud on me!
I also wish that they would keep letting me chew the eyes out of their stuffed animals and plastic horses.
So these are just a couple things I would change if I could!
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Hi, I’m Allie, the Bowes family’s beautiful dark chocolate Labrador. I wish they would let me sit on the sofa like they do. They always tell me “no” when I try. In fact, they don’t even let me on the carpet! (Or at least they TRY to keep me off the carpet!)
I also wish that they would let me chew up ALL their shoes. They always get angry at me and all I was doing was playing!
Hello, I am **HOO HOO HAH HAH!** Spanky, the howler monkey. My roommate, Tim, who **HOO HAH HAH HAH!!** likes to pretend he's in charge of me (but that's not the issue here), has put the pots and pans up where I can't reach them! I used to have such fun... but **HOO HOO AAACK!! AAACK!!** alas, the fun is gone. I can't believe Tim would do this...especially with all the beautiful singing I do around here (in my own tongue, of course).
Hey, Spanky. You're insane, aren't you? But thanks for joining us!
Thanks for writing this.
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