Went to the grocery store, got everything on my list and went up to the checkout. I put a bag of pet food for our rabbit on the conveyor. The girl looked at me and said, Do you have a rabbit? I looked at here and said deadpan, Nope. Just like 'em 'cause they're crunchy. Here's your sign.
One of my pet peeves is that sometimes the talents of my band get overlooked because, and it was the same problem that Frank Zappa had, with a lot of groups that use humor, people don't realize there's a lot of craft behind the comedy.
Truth be told, ginormous portions have become a pet peeve of mine.
Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive. Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?
I write like anyone involved with a family and a full time job: in stolen moments. I've had to adapt because I have so little writing time, so I write while dinner bubbles on the stove, and get away to cafes when I can. It is good to have a small laptop to haul around. I wish I could admit to bizarre writing habits, you know, like "I can only write in the presence of my favorite pet elephant, who is my fount of inspiration," but the truth, alas, is far more mundane.
I've got Flossie dog, and she is great. She and I are still in love, 14 years. That's a relationship that works.
Humans should always exercise and watch what they eat. So with your pet, make sure they get enough exercise, make sure they're getting fed at the same time every day and getting the nutrition they need. And make sure they get a lot of love and attention you both need. That's why you have them!
A real Christian is a person who can give his pet parrot to the town gossip.
I kind of imagine myself at eighty, a cat lady.
A good dog never dies.
People say their weight is genetic. But it turns out that people who are overweight don't just have overweight kids. They also have overweight pets. That's not genetic.
A sleeping cat is ever alert.
Pets have more love and compassion in them than most humans.
I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.
Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.
I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.
Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.
Well-washed and well-combed domestic pets grow dull; they miss the stimulus of fleas.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says.
The body is like a companion, a friendly pet that follows one around. . . One can continue to own the body and be responsible for it without identifying with it as one's identity.