What do your pets think when you drink?
By Gina Spadafori
June 19, 2008
Let’s take a purely hypothetical situation.
Let’s say you’ve been working really, really hard on a long-term project, and it’s finally over but you’re still sort of keyed up and also exhausted. On top of that you’ve had a difficult day, nothing big just a lot of little annoyances adding up.
So you have a glass of wine, then two. Then somehow instead of being what you wanted, which was relaxed and heading for bed, you’re kinda silly and giggly. You laugh uproariously at Jon Stewart’s jokes, and start singing, just a little, to the pets.
And then …
You find yourself wondering: What do the dogs and cats think of your clearly aberrant behavior? Do the cats find you an embarrassment to them? Do the dogs want to party along? Before you can determine the answer, you fall asleep on the couch.
Again, purely hypothetical. But well worth it.
Drew says: Mom’s on the sauce again - CUPBOARD RAID!
Comment by slt — June 19, 2008 @ 8:33 am
Again, purely hypothetically, that is exactly what Drew would do: Take advantage of the situation and go looking for unprotected food.
Comment by Gina Spadafori — June 19, 2008 @ 8:45 am
If I really drink way too much I become a mean so they would say “who are you and what did you do with our mom?”
And let me state for the record that I never, ever drink way too much.
Comment by 2CatMom — June 19, 2008 @ 9:10 am
Funny to think about! I think our cats really do wonder - they give us odd looks! And sometimes it seems as if they want to “get in on the fun” and get a little rowdy too!
Comment by Tammy — June 19, 2008 @ 9:38 am
My first GSD, Lilly, totally got it.
She came to a home-brewing friend’s Halloween party* as a six-month-old, and discovered — gut Cherman hund that she was — that the yeasty concoction that people were spilling was quite tasty, thanks.
Other guests thought this was hi-LAR-ious, and offered her sips. She was such a mannerly dog, we weren’t really supervising her. Didn’t occur to us that the dog was not the one who needed supervising.
Soon enough, my normally dour and painfully proper puppy was doing the dog equivalent of the lampshade dance. Leaping from chair to couch, rolling, snorting, stumbling …
Ken took her outside and she peed for about five minutes, then staggered back in and passed out under the snack table.
After that her malted adventures were characterized by moderation, though she did get rather frisky at our wedding — nothing inappropriate, just joined everyone on the dance floor.
*I was an elf. Ken was an orc. Lilly came as a baby warg.
Comment by H. Houlahan — June 19, 2008 @ 11:54 am
Honestly?
There’s plenty of things I do even without alcoholic beverages that cause embarassment, confusion, or a wish to join in.
Most notably, when I start singing with the radio or humming(and honestly, I have a fair voice to human ears) one dog stares with her head cocked at an odd angle until I stop (which is sometimes 10+ minutes). Playing Wiitennis has, on more than one occasion, resulted in a ball dropped at my feet since I clearly need something to actually throw.
Hypothetically, (of course) inebriation would result in a hop on the couch (not technically allowed) for more attention, whether it’s for playtime or lazy petting.
Comment by Christine — June 19, 2008 @ 12:04 pm
My Golden, Allie, is definitely in GSD Lilly’s corner. Every evening, when my hubby and I have a glass of wine before dinner, Allie plants herself in front of me, sits, stares at me and my wine glass, and begins to drool if I don’t let her have a taste. Of course, I give in.
Comment by Susan — June 19, 2008 @ 2:11 pm