Pet parenting nightmares

I'm a pet parent. A forced one. Once upon a time, I  pressurized my parents to get me a dog. Now, it's my kids' turn. Karma is a dog, a male dog.

I'm not a dog person though I owned a dog once. That's a story for another time. I'm not a cat person, either. I'm not a squirrel person, though we once had a squirrel. I'm not a snake person, though two snakes visited us in the dining room, one on the car porch, another under the carpet, a few near the kennel, and many all over the place.

I'm totally against caging living things that can't speak and can be trained with food as bait. Pathetic.

No offense, but I find most of the dogs look like wolves, with their fiery eyes, sharp teeth, claws, thunderous barking, moanful howling, alarming agility, and hungry looks.

The darned creature can sense your fear! So unfair.