"Precisely." Even ticked off points on his fingers. "They demand attention, they get hair everywhere, they can't feed themselves, they need to be cleaned up after, they aren't bright enough to avoid breaking things, they don't learn - and they don't listen!" He glared at his Pricklemane, which had switched from bouncing to leaning against his ankle.

At least it wasn't actively annoying him. "Acceptable."

It chirped.