My dog Otto was very happy to move to northern California after he found out that dogs in this town are treated like royalty, with water bowls on the sidewalks in front of stores and retrievers in bandannas riding in the passenger seats of convertibles. This town has always been dog-happy, it turns out. A local history I've been reading reveals that upon incorporation a century ago, so many dogs were living here that the founding fathers relied on revenue from dog licenses to run the city while they were trying to devise a property tax system.
I just read your article about Otto in LHJ and totally laughed my tail off........until the very end. I appreciate your stance on not being a pet person and completely understand it (my husband's not either), but I was truly, truly sad that you reveled in the unknown fate of the poor terrified cat. I too, as a vet and a pet owner, have encountered and even owned a problem cat (mine peed in the house too). And for me, after relegating the little guy to being a part-time outdoor cat, I promptly found him dead on my back porch. Now I personally didn't really like this cat, but I didn't want that to happen to him, and I still cried for several days. I say this just to let you know that I do understand where you're coming from. And I think you are a particularly funny writer, but I can't bring myself to read anymore of your articles or books, and certainly won't share them with others.
Posted by: Christine Eaves, DVM | April 12, 2009 at 11:01 AM
I also read you're article and just have this to say:
You are a sorry excuse for a human being.
Check what others have to say about how stupid you are:
http://message.snopes.com/showthread.php?t=45529
Posted by: Kate | May 05, 2009 at 06:11 PM