Pet owners are nuts. It is a matter of degree.
Dog owners are partially batty. Cat owners are out there a bit further. Fish and bird people are borderline sociopath. Don’t even let’s get started on reptile owners and freaks who walk rats down fifth avenue.
I have evidence of the loopiness. My wife just asked me to enquire about taking our sausage dog (what’s with the choice of ‘dog’ in the first place) from Australia to New Zealand for a summer holiday.
The disturbing thing was that I made two calls before I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the window and had to restrain myself from beating me to death with the phone.
I’m off to find my ‘happy place’ now…