Dog person? Cat person? How about neither?

Marley, shown above, is my favorite of our dogs. He's a lot like me in that he is not overly fond of people or dogs who are loud, get in his space and drool.
By : 
Lydia Hanson
Too Hick to be Square

Maybe it’s a Clan thing, but I’ve always found the most ordinary things unreasonably complicated.

And by that, I mean that I dread being asked whether I’m a cat person or a dog person.

I’m actually neither.

Sure, cats are OK as long as they’re not underfoot, don’t puke where I have to watch it and stay in the barn where they belong. That statement right there should make it pretty obvious that I grew up in the country and did not have house pets growing up.

And dogs are great, too, as long as they belong to other people, don’t slobber too much and refrain from shedding on everything in sight.

Basically, I don’t go out of my way for cats or dogs, but neither does their existence cause me any great distress. I’m ambivalent about them.

However, for the sake of brevity, I usually settle for telling people that my favorite animals are actually scrambled eggs.

But as long as I can go on the record as being neither a cat person OR a dog person, I will add this: I definitely prefer dogs over cats.

For that, I have my family to thank.

Turns out having dogs is just one more part of the Clan experience, right up there with gardening and home schooling. We’ve always had dogs. Two dogs, in fact, that live outside, patrol the yard and chase cars down the gravel road. 

They’re also always big dogs.

If we didn’t have a German shepherd/Lab cross, we had an Alaskan malamute/Lab cross or a Great Dane/Saint Bernard cross. Currently we have a pair of great white Pyrenees, which are a kind of mountain sheep dog that are at least as big as the sheep.

In other words, we don’t play tug-of-war with our dogs. However, should someone find themselves a little too stir-crazy for Mom to stand, it’s not unusual for them to be told to go out and stack some dogs. Since ours always weigh in between 70 and 100 pounds, that takes some doing.

Of course, growing up with gargantuan dogs has probably made my siblings and I a little biased, which makes sense when you realize that we refer to little dogs (the kind that yip instead of properly barking and can barely reach your waist if they stand up on their hind legs) as “snacks.”

Speaking of snacks, if I’m still off the record here, it’s probably worth mentioning that, while I still don’t consider myself a “dog person,” I used to share dog food with our dogs when I was little. Kernel for kernel. I was very fair.

I’m still sticking to my scrambled eggs answer, but it’s worth noting that I’m also pretty fond of dogs.

Luckily for the dogs, by the time I grew out of the dog food phase, a younger sister came along who absolutely loves dogs, animals and really anything with four legs. That makes me pretty confident that the “ambivalent about animals” thing is just me and that the rest of my siblings are normally functioning human beings. At least in that respect.