I love my dogs, but they are smelly, daft, demanding, hard word and in my boys case, huge. And on Thursday I’ll be paying a sodding fortune at the groomers for them (they’re doods, so grooming is essential). And that’s with a full brush every day.
I also love my cats. But they’re hairy beggars, shed constantly (my white one is king of leaving fur on every sofa, rug & piece of clothing, no med issues, just always shedding). And they’re all technically elderly (although they’re in good health) so are a bit more cantankerous & shouty (and demanding) too. And their crap is definitely more smelly than the dogs.
My oldest cat is velcroed to my lap when I’m working every day.
Dogs are great, cats are great too. But they’re both as fabulous & yet arseholes at the same time.
We used to have a Yorkshire terrorist, talk about big dog syndrome. Big dog in a small dog body. Regularly took on a Rottie. Had best friends who were greyhounds. Brilliant, but definitely more of a bellend than any big dog I’ve owned. Loved him, but it’d be a cold day in hell before I got another one!