Not in my house, Jen. When I first met Mike, he came from a neat freak home...He said that he'd never have pets because they were disgusting and dirty. I talked him into a cat...but he said she couldn't come inside...then I talked him into another cat, and then a dog, and then another dog...you get the picture...lmao. We now have 3 dogs, 2 cats, 3 snakes, and a fish all living inside. He still occasionally gets mad about something getting chewed and talks angrily about the dogs. But on the same line, he's the one that has been searching for another pomeranian online and I've seen him come home crying because "I just got to thinking...what would I do if Ron got out and got run over." (He'd seen a dead cat on the road that resembled Ron on the way home.)