On the other hand, pets bring lots of irritating baggage along with them. Yes, they are cute and funny and entertaining (at least while they are babies), buy soon grow into smelly, loud, jumping-on-you, pooping-in-the-wrong-places annoyances. I have to constantly
Our pets are usually pretty run of the mill, but at the moment, we have some very interesting, full-of-personality critters calling our farmstead home. Meet Georgia (as in "Curious George-ia").
Here is Midnight, our newest kitty. He was snuck in unawares by a certain mischievous great-grandparent. I came out of church one night to find him in my van, much to the delight of my children.
(I didn't have a photo of Skittles and he wasn't available for a photo shoot--off courting perhaps?--so I borrowed one of his likeness from Wiki)
This is Cottontail. He is probably my favorite pet because he is content to live in his little cage, doesn't make any noise, and is low maintenance. He's also pretty cute and cuddly. Josie loves to hold and snuggle him and he seems happy to oblige.
Now these two gals (Sugar Baby and Stacy), I like to pretend are not here. They live on the hinder side of our barn/shop and so I cannot see, hear, or smell them unless I walk around the barn/shop to see them, which I rarely do. My dear husband has been mildly obsessed with owning a pair of "large blacks" for quite some years now. I made a bargain with him that if I got a new couch, he could get his hogs. And so here we are (the couch is very comfortable, by the way).
We also have two broods of chickens--an adult brood that we've had for about 3 years, and a new, young brood that Elijah and Grace are raising for the 4-H Chicken Chain Project. Here's hoping that something positive comes out of this project. And that the chickens live through it (we've already had two fatalities).
We started out with three lab/golden retriever puppies last spring, but they got so big and began to eat so much dog food that we got rid of two of them. The third one that we decided to keep, Bess, had a uteran prolapse and had to be put down last fall. We've had really bad luck with dogs so far, losing about five different dogs (either died or ran away) since we moved here three years ago.
If it were up to the children, we would add a horse, cows, and goats to the count. Their Daddy is already putting up fences for the goats he hopes to get this summer. I'm admittedly nervous about goats because of their tendency to get out of their fence. I keep having visions of a an overweight white girl chasing goats through the pasture.
So I guess animals have their place, and at least make things more interesting from day to day. As much as a I sigh with exasperation, deep down I get attached to them (despite my best intentions). When one of them gets sick or hurt, I'm the first to gather them up and bring them in the house (the utility room of course) and nurse them back to health. Just don't tell anyone! They are all a part of our family. That being said, if one of the kids were to ask for a new pet today I would most likely answer, "No more pets!"