Think I'm giving my pets too much credit? I don't. These animals have watched me clean up after their bodily functions for nearly nine years (cats) and six years (dog). Why would they not think I am actually a servant of sort?
Same said cat who played the laundry room trick vomited on my bed while I was sleeping in it a few short months ago. Nice.
So why not get rid of them? Because, insane human I am, I like them and particularly enjoy my cats holier than thou attitudes and my dog's incessant good nature and love for cheese.
Sigh. I will carry on bitching about the volumes of dog hair plaguing every inch of this house and article of clothing we own; about the cat puking after what seems like every time she eats; cleaning up poop inside the house and out and then, I will go to Petland and spend $35 for dog treats (that last time appeared to make him sick so he shit on the front carpet again (reference Family Day blog from February) and cat toys that they played with for all of five minutes before ignoring.
I guess this all begs the question of really who is the higher species?