A friend who’ll remain anonymous said it about as clearly as could be: “Anyone who doesn’t like having pets is an *#%@^#$ll.”
Yup, I’m on board with that — don’t think I could have said it better. In my years here at Alligator Hall, we’ve had a three-legged deer, a raccoon that floated up on some reeds in the river, countless dogs, horses, cattle, squirrels, guinea pigs, chickens, rabbits, cats, field mice, pheasants, hawks, even a mourning dove — and each have enhanced our lives beyond measure.
It’s funny, not until I sat down to write this did I actually think about how dependent my family is on our pets. Come to think of it, I know that my dogs have helped me raise my sons, and thank goodness the cats have taught those two monsters a little about respect. I can also tell you from experience how lonely it is to hunt without a retriever, and how quiet a barn is without the rustling of its soul, the animals inside.
There’s no counting the number of laughs and tears our pets have caused for each one of us. They’re our family, and just like their human counterparts, there are good ones and poorly behaved ones (it’s just a shame we don’t get to choose the poorly behaved pet variety over the human at family reunions).