I could walk barefoot around the yard in safety.

My house would be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.

All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture and cars would be hair-free.

When the doorbell rings, my home wouldn't sound like a kennel.

When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through all the fuzzy bodies who beat me there.

I could sit on the couch and my bed any way I wanted, without having to take into consideration how much space several fur bodies need to get comfortable.

I would have enough money, and no guilt, to go on a real vacation.

I would not be on a first-name basis with six veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn grand-kids through college.

The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: 'out', 'sit', 'down', 'come', 'no', 'stay', and 'leave it ALONE'.

My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates and makeshift barriers.

I would not talk 'baby-talk'.

Like 'Eat your din-din.' & 'Yummy for the tummy.'

My house would not look like a day care center, with toys everywhere.

My pockets would not contain things like poop-bags, treats and an extra leash.

I would no longer have to spell B-A-L-L...W-A-L-K...T-R-E-A-T...O-U-T...G-O...R-I-D-E...S-U-P-P-E-R...V-E-T or C-O-O-K-I-E.

I would not have as many leaves inside my house as outside.

I would not look strangely at people who think having one dog/cat ties them down too much.

I'd look forward to spring and the rainy season instead of dreading them as 'mud' season.

I would not have to answer the question: 'Why do you have so many animals?' from people who will never know the joy of being loved unconditionally by the closest thing to an angel they will ever encounter.

How empty my life would be :!:

As one who had 14 cats at one time, only 4 now about 5 outside though. And all are rescues. They are my third layer of defense (I have 5 and nobody has reached the third in 22 years) I'm sure yours too, you may not have thought about it. They for some reason love the rings around milk jugs. So I give them to them. They know their names and when to stay away from me. What they don't know is DON'T BRING ME LITTLE PRESENTS! 'Oh, what did you bring me? A mouse, how nice.' At least they stopped catching birds.