Wow, K9. It sounds like we are married to the same man. I'm a clean person, but I will sleep perfectly fine with dishes in the sink after a long day. Mike on the other hand, can't even sit down for dinner until the cooking dishes are done. The jerk can come out in Mike when it comes to the animals. I have a housekeeper who comes every few weeks, and I do the cleaning in between. But, once every blue moon, Mike will decide to clean. All of a sudden he thinks he is God. He has to report every hair and paw print that he cleaned up and how disgusting our house is. I think in marriage you have to pick your battles...if that is the one thing that bothers Mike, I have to somewhat let him have his way. I feel blessed enough that he's grown to love them and allow them in the house. For the most part I just let him gripe and promise to wipe their feet before they come in and brush them more and whatnot. Everyonce in a while he'll talk about how they are to big to come into the house. That is when I put my foot down and get mean back. lol.