They're your responsibility

When you decide to bring an animal into your life, please take care of it. Don't just feed the animal when you feel like it or play with it when it's convenient for you. And don't put those responsibilities on someone else just because you don't feel like doing it.

Animals are just like babies for the most part. They can't get into the cabinets, open their food and pour it into their bowl, they can't open the gates of their home and take their self for a walk on a leash, they can't go to the vet and get their own shots. They feel lonely and need to be around others just as people do.

Now go get me wrong, I'm not an animal rights activist, but I do believe that when you own a pet you should take care of it and be responsible for it. We spend a lot of time at our pet shop and I hear so many horror stories about people who abandon their animals because they decided after getting a pet, they were too much responsibility.

My mother I respect when it comes to animals. I grew up watching her feed and care for cats, especially. She fed them everyday, she made sure their litter box was clean and if they went outside, she put them on a leash so that they wouldn't be in danger from the streets and dogs. And she never physically abused an animal or let anyone else do it either.

So please, if you're going to bring an animal into your life, care for it as if it were your own child. Animals deserve to be cared for and respected too.

There's a Cat Where?????

Okay, so maybe those rumors I heard are true! Whatever the truth may be, this song certainly had me giggling and that's rare nowadays.

Back Away From the French Toast... A Brunette Moment

This morning I decided I wanted breakfast. Usually it's a rare thing for me to even eat breakfast, but I guess today was one of those, "Gotta have Breakfast" days. Soo I made french toast for breakfast. I was down to transferring the last piece of french toast to my plate, when it slipped off the spatula and onto the floor. The next thing I know, the cats are in the kitchen... wondering what the hell is going on and fighting me for the french toast. In the process (dumb brunette moment) I set the hot skillet down on a plastic lid so that I could retrieve the toast from the floor and the cats(they won't eat it). After realizing what I did with the skillet, I picked it up and discovered melted plastic all over the bottom of the skillet. Yeah, that will be fun to get off of there!

To make a long story short, the cats did not want the french toast (but they'll eat lentils), so I'm giving it to the dogs and I now have a nice skillet ring mark on my lid to my cleaning bucket.lol

 

See. Brunettes can have dumb moments too!!! LOL