What do you think their job would be?
poopsmith
Freddi the dog would be a cop. Or a traffic officer blowing her whistle.
Piper the cat would be a truck driver.
His sister Chessie would be an opera diva, with all the standard personality traits.
Hazel the cat, is 6, but still too immature to have a career. I think she would be a trophy wife.
My dog is elderly, friendly, and not a deep thinker…Wal-Mart Greeter.
Wiley the dog would be a cruise director. No question.
Jonah the cat would be a personal assistant.
Redwolf
You imply that they are not persons.
How dare you!???!! (“Yes, yes, I told him… This would be much easier if you guys would just put a little more effort into the idea of speaking for yourselves, you know.”)
Cat #1 - engineer
Cat #2 - carpenter, foodie, or male model
Cat #3 - massage therapist and day spa owner
Dog #1 - artist, moonlights as dog walker
Dog #2 - bus driver
My dog DOES have a job, and he’s an enthusiastic worker. He’s a search dog. He knows commands to airscent for any live human, airscent for a specific human identified to him by a scent article such as a handkerchief, find and follow the trail of a specific person & show me anything the person left along the way, and to search for dead bodies or pieces thereof. He and I are both still new at this, and our training is ongoing. It’s all a game to him. I am awed by the power of the canine nose. It’s really amazing what dogs can do.
Morwenna the tabby would be Empress of the Universe.
Pretty much the same job she does in her feline guise.
Splodge would be a restaurant critic.
Ratty would be a bag lady.
Rascal would be the Librarian in the Security Services Corporation.
Cookie would be a professional Mountain-Climber, or Round the World Yachtsman, or whatever passes for “Explorer” these days.
Clara Bow (the dog) would be working the supermarket till and raiding the sweeties.
Wyley (boxer) if employed at all, would have to work at Goodwill and be told what to do every day.
(We’ve figured out since we had to put Buster down that he took the one brain cell with him when he left…)
Proctologist. They’ve both expressed considerable interest in that area.
Elderly semi-senile old red chow who still barks when someone comes to the door would be the rest home ‘supervisor’…the resident who keeps an eye on things, letting you think he’s senile and getting underfoot because he no longer knows any better–but really he’s slowing you down deliberately so he can eyeball you a litte closer.
The German Shepherd would be a Gym teacher (we’re gonna run around the schoolyard here, climb, jump up, jump down, do it again 3 more times and you’ll feel great!–meanwhile keeping an eye on the kindergarteners on their playground {my chickens} or intercept anybody who tries to enter the school grounds without checking in at the ‘office’ with the ‘principal’ {me}).
Adult cat would be in pest control part-time, with aspirations to being a couchpotato/computer nerd full-time (Likes hubby’s recliner and my computer desk, but only if we’re there).
Teenage cat would be one of the 3 stooges. (he’s a teenage cat, 'nuff said).
Rusty the Rooster would be an extremely enthusiastic male gigolo…the hens would be 7 year olds hunting bugs in the grass.
I have a beautiful snake. I guess he would be a professional rat catcher (although that job died out a couple hundred years ago and he only eats pre-killed frozen and thawed mice)…
I have a beautiful snake. I guess he would be a professional rat catcher (although that job died out a couple hundred years ago and he only eats pre-killed frozen and thawed mice)…
Search and rescue dogs are amazing and heroic. Made even moreso by the fact that they think the whole thing is just a big hoot. Give him a pat for me.
Let’s see, Rocky…I think he’d be a great pro rugby player.
They’d all be unemployed.
The truth is that my snake is a wimp. He’s only ever eaten pre-killed frozen and thawed rodents and birds so I don’t know if he would know how to actively catch and KILL something…