I Didn't Want To Say Anything

We are the Stewards of two new animals. "Rileigh" is getting a kitten, and "Ethan" got a Dachshund puppy. Apparently, these animals were promised to them. My tone may not be coming across too well, but the crux of the genre is that I am not a fan (in not so many words). And opposition is a strange thing, especially when one must survive among others in order to thrive.
I did not want these additions. (there. I said it.) I consider my life [for all intents and purposes]: full. I do not want any extraneous factors pulling me in their directions- maybe I am lazy. My thinking has been founded in the concept that any new animal to our family will be a service animal. Naturally this is because a service animal will come prepared to use the outside as their toilet. This is no small thing. Excrement on the the floor cannot be rolled around. This is one area bipedals have no understanding. But this extends to further behavior anomalies in which we, said party, would be better off dealt with BEFORE introduction to household. Simply: Shouldn't I be allowed to sleep the whole night through? In the pines, the pines, where the sun don't ever shine.
The plight of which I speak, was not implemented by some Stalinistic regime. I had adequate representation. In order to maintain the Pax Halsted...a my opposing opinion has been weighed and quantified. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one, as someone once put it. As well, how opposed am I to the idea of pets? It would be fair to ask: "what is it that you want? Would I prefer that I had no responsibilities? No one vying for my time, taking it away from my precious...um...sleep time? What else would I be doing?" In other words, It is good to have something to do. A purpose if you will. And the new additions, despite devising new ways to consume time and effort, provide other things which will surface later, specifically in the children when they grow older. In the end, my oposition was not strong enough to hold out against the "Pickets' charge" of favoring opinion.
And as the time passes, I am beckoned, I have a respite in my responsibilities, and my vices call to me. I need to match more crystals, my precious.