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Originally Posted by NowhereUSA
I am, admittedly, not an animal person (and a thousand people *gasp* LOL). I just don't bond with animals. I grew up with a rather friendly black lab but I didn't particularly enjoy being around him. :-/
I wonder what a psychodynamic T would say about that. I claim it's genetic. My dad doesn't like animals. My grandmother (his mom) didn't like them either...
My children will probably own like twenty cats because I deprive them.
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I could probably turn into one of those crazy dog people that have a jillion dogs if I had the money and the space for them. I like cats too, but my allergies don't unfortunately.
My dad was, at best, indifferent about dogs. He was more of a cat person. All animals LOVE my mother; they just can't leave her alone.
Best dog I've ever met though is my nephew's Chesapeake Bay Retriever. He is the calmest, smartest animal I have ever encountered. I've read up some about the breed and apparently that is their usual temperament. Everyone LOVES that dog. He goes everywhere with my nephew and it is really funny when he arrives. Everyone yells, "Louie!!" to the dog and remembers to greet my nephew as an afterthought. We had an auction at our family reunion last summer, and as a joke, my niece put an auction form on Louie's head. He just lay there under the table -- right where my nephew had told him to stay -- and patiently rested while everyone wrote bids on the sheet while it was still attached to his head. I think the closing bid was 2 million dollars.