When my cousin Leah (widowed six months ago) came for a visit, she was telling me the ladies in her social group said she needs to get a dog to keep her company. Now as we were talking about this, we both knew she wasn't gonna do that. Her son who lives next door has a catahoula dog who runs around in her yard and on her porch--that's enough dog for her.
I pointed out that none of our family keeps indoor dogs or cats or other pets--none of us. My sister Ava married a guy with two parakeets, but he had 'em prior to their nuptials. My cousins and other relatives aren't pet people. Not even an aquarium among them that I know of. We are too pragmatic and hard and practical. Some of us have an "outside" dog, or cat(s) but you're never gonna see one in the house.
Another thing is that none of us wear jewelry. Rarely you might see stud earrings or a watch, that's about it.  One cousin wears all her rings when she shows up at wakes and funerals; every finger is sparkly with diamonds. Otherwise she's ringless. Makeup is rare too--au naturel" is it. What you see is what you get. And some of us don't like curtains--Ava and her husband built a house and use blinds--there's not a curtain in sight. She doesn't like them. Plain and bare, that's us. Your wrinkles hang out for all to see. Your hair is gray and so what? (Not me, Bub,--I keep Clairol-ed up.)
A friend yesterday teared up talking about her poodle who died at 17, and she had a special little tomb made for him and says she sits there sometimes and talks to her "baby" and cries. Such tenderness was so poignant to me, because to me and my peculiar extended family, that is strange.
Susil