I especially don't like dogs and all Cory can talk about is getting a dog and naming our dogs and what he's going to do with a dog and what kind of dog he wants. It drives me bonkers.
Here's a picture of his current favorite. It's a bull terrier.
Get a load of that football head.
And then he talks about all the weird pets we're going to have.
Like a capybara, the world's largest rodent.
Or the guanacos we'll have to teach our kids responsibility.
(If you ask me they're kinda creepy)
When he's really dreaming big he thinks we're going to get pygmy hippos and miniature zebu and brahman cattle.
Needless to say, our house will be a zoo, and not in the figurative sense where we have lots of kids and lots of things going on. I mean literally a zoo with crazy weird animals running around. And guess who's going to have to take care of the zoo while the one who wanted it is at work. That's right, me.
We already own a pair of sugar gliders (his 24th birthday present) and a betta fish (which Cory got for free from his evolutionary biology class). We're well on our way to a house full of beasts.
If you want my opinion I'd be happy with a fluffy bunny.