IF I DIDN'T HAVE PETS...
                                

    I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.

    My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.

     All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of
hair.

     When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like the kennels.

     When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading
through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.

     I could sit on the couch the way I wanted, without taking into
consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get
comfortable.

     I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree  -- dog
bones, stuffed animals, nor would I have to answer to people why I wrap
them.

    I would not be on a first-name basis with three veterinarians.

    The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down,
come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.

     My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or
barriers.

     My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an
extra leash.

     I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L-,
F-R-I-S-B-E-E, or W-A-L-K.

    I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.

     I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog
ties them down too much.

     I'd look forward to spring and the melting of snow instead of
dreading mud season.

     I would not have to answer the question:: "Why do you have so
many dogs?" from people who will never have the joy in their lives of
knowing they are loved unconditionally by something as close to an
angel as they will ever get.

     How empty my life would be.