With the dog - I could hand him off to another home tomorrow and be just fine with it, that is if Chunk wouldn't kill me. They have bonded, they are one with the zen. So the dog gets a bed in our room, a bed in the living room and gets to ride in the car. And whatever leftovers get dumped in his bowl, no eating from plates.
The cat however allows us to serve him as he pleases, he gets to sleep where ever he wants, even if it is on top of my black suit jacket (we've had several discussions) but again he does not get to eat off plates, only from his bowl, unless we are having chow mien then the cat gets his first. Or we suffer the wrath of the fuzzy feline from hell. complete with battle cry.
I love my cats like family. They sleep wherever they want. I let them lick anything they want if I'm going to be washing it afterwards. Cats aren't big on face-licking, and when I had dogs growing up that was also where I drew the line..... but then, I don't want my children licking me either.
My oldest cat, who has been my companion for 14 years since he came to my front door demanding with loud meows to be let in, is dying. It's breaking my heart. He can sneeze right in my face and all I can think is "I hope that's not the last time. "
My animals are companion animals. We don't share dishes but they do sleep on my furniture and beds when they can get away with it. Counters/table tops are also verboten. I have been licked on the face and it doesn't phase me that much. It should probably bother me more, but I block it out with the idea that there is rat hair in my flour.
I think most people here know my feelings about Team Fluffy Evil. So cute, yet so...EVIL.
But pets are generally pretty well cared for here. They have almost full run of the house, except our bedroom. AG absolutely forbids the presence of cats on our bed at night. I only got to snuggle with them at night when AG was out of town for work. George liked to spoon, and his purring always woke me up. *sniff* I miss my George. Anyway, they don't get a lot of people-food, they have their own dedicated food and water bowls, although TFE likes to 'pre-rinse' the dishes for me, should I leave them available.
Licking of the face is forbidden. As I like to remind the kids...they probably just cleaned their butts with that tongue.
There is a difference between cruelty and common sense.
In my house, bowls are bowls. But no people food. Occasionally, the cat will find a stray piece of food on the floor and chase it around for a few hours, but he doesn't have the good sense to eat it.
My dog and GG's mom's dogs smell like corn chips, which is weird.
My dog has never attempted to kiss anyone. She was horribly abused before we found her - her hip and leg were kicked until they broke and she has a huge scar from a cut across her chest. She has issues. She is not allowed upstairs at all - she can't climb stairs, and she pees on the carpet. When she's downstairs, she goes to the door when she needs out. The vet thinks her bladder or her nerves were damaged, so she doesn't get much warning herself, so we don't get too worked up if she pees on the hard floor.
The kitty thinks he's a real boy and I am his mommy. He thinks the other people are okie-dokie, but I'm his one twue wuv. After he attacks my toes, he sleeps on them. Rarely does he come up near my face while I'm sleeping, and he doesn't stay there long. He doesn't lick either. The only time he messed up the carpet is when we accidentally shut him in the bedroom and he couldn't get to his litter box. He scratched up the carpet by the door. Can't say I blame him.
I'm really not much of an animal person. I'm about animals like I am kids (in groups) - I have no animosity to them, but I'm not a huge fan. Really, I just don't understand them, I think. But occasionally, I meet one that I'm just crazy about. And then I go all Elmyra.