Today’s prompt doesn’t really doesn’t apply to me, because I don’t have a pet. Sarah has a hamster, but what do hamsters hate?
So, I guess I will talk about my dog that I had growing up. His name was Harley, and he was a black lab.
Harley loved nearly everything, and there are only two thing I can think of that he hated: people messing with his pigs ears, and people messing with his humans. We had to stop giving him pigs ears because he would get so psychotic.
As for messing with his humans, it only happened once, my uncle was tickling my sister, and Harley didn’t know the difference between uncontrollable giggling and screaming. Harley looked like he was changing into a werewolf the way his hair stood up on his back and he began growling like a deranged beast. Luckily for my uncle, Harley was separated from the rest of us and couldn’t come to my sister’s unnecessary rescue.