Mine would be a food conoisseur stuffing his face and giving me reviews. Telling me what I should and shouldn't be feeding him.
He'd also be a talker. Yappy little thing.
I think my cat Sherry would have a beautiful appearance, even though she is a little chubby. She would be a very gracious lady who is cold, never talks first and doesn't like physical contact. She would be quiet, but not in a shy way. She would be too proud to talk to everyone she met. So I guess I could characterize her as extremely picky. However, I've learned lately that all cats are picky by nature, and they usually love only one member of the family. They are quite selfish because the person who feeds them usually becomes their pet. More interesting facts about cats here simplecatguide.com
LMAO!! He would have learned how to cook and share the BEST parts of his kills. Usually all that he'd leave for me to see would be feathers, certain entrails or a bunny tail. He was an indoor outdoor kitty that loved me completely and unconditionally. He lived to 16 years old and I still miss him terribly.
The dog would be a hyper two year old, jacked up on pixie styxs. The cat would be one of those silver screen starlets complete with the cigarette holder.
My cat would be one of those weirdos who perches on the back of a chair or drapes himself upside down on a sofa. He'd talk and talk and talk and want to go for a run or go climb Mt. Rainier or go haunt a curiosity shop. The kind who can eat anything and stay thin. Occasionally he'll wedge himself into an odd space and sleep. He'd climb things.
I get the feeling that my dog would annoy me by being some clingy chick, and my cat would be the sweetest guy ever.
But I’d love them both anyway.
An overweight couch potato who refuses to leave the house.
I tend to overly personify my "vicious, killer, attack chihuahua", anyhow. She would pretty much do what she always does, and be about like a chatty four-year-old who somehow has the intuition of someone much older and wiser. If I am feeling down, she mysteriously knows just what to say or do to cheer me up--even if there are no words. She actually doesn't talk as much as most people would think and proves that stereotypes are not necessarily the truth. She is happy to see me when I return from my travels (to the store, work, etc.), but quickly calms down once I said hello. Trips to go potty are always excitedly announced, and begging for treats is, of course, par for the course, when good behavior has happened.
On the other hand, some of her behaviors, while they would be cute, at first, would annoy me, if coming from a human.
Well, I have a gay dog, and I'm not just saying that for laughs. My dog is a big gay dog, and I love him for it. Louie is his name because I found him in Saint Louis digging around a dumpster as a puppy. He loves other boy dogs, but he's not so fond of girl dogs. Louie humps all the boy dogs he can, but he stays far away from the girl dogs. So if he were human for a day, I think he would spend it at a gay bar. I can see him wearing assless chaps and a cowboy hat.
Kind of laid back, quiet and a bit nervous at times.
But as long as he doesn't still shit in a tray in the back room, I don't really care!
Annoying as any new human being that is used to be a dog.
Mine (and my daughter's) would spend most of the day asleep only waking to eat and relieve himself (and no this isn't me by the way) he's very timid but runs like Usian Bolt only with shorter legs. If he were human for a day I might have trouble finding a toilet roll tube big enough for him to hide in!!!
Btw he's a hamster
Sassy my German Shepherd would be lying on the couch with the TV on MSNBC in the background. If someone she doesn't know comes to the door to check you out with a few sniffs of your crotch. When satisfied she'll head back to the couch. If there's any food on the counter or if you leave your lunch sitting to go to bathroom she'll jump up on counter and its gone. Mooch dog. No apologies and back to the couch for a snooze.