I personally will be saying this non-stop to all my friends today. Roy invented the holiday while pondering the endless hijinks his pet cats and dogs could get up to if they had opposable thumbs. They would probably eat with their hands, for instance, like monkeys, instead of sticking their entire faces in their food bowls.
Dogs do not see in front of them for the simple fact that they really don't have a great need for this feature. Mother Nature always knew best what to do when it comes to equipping living beings with body parts. Some animals may simply need some body parts more than others think giraffes needing those long necks to eat from trees!
Look at those dogs and cats sitting over there looking so adorable and harmless. What would they do? This one is hard to even think about.
Written by: Science Made Fun! Have you ever wondered why we have thumbs? Do you think only humans have thumbs? What if all animals had thumbs?
Text: We're pretty sure your cat or dog would text you to pick up treats on the way home. And, also to ask when you're coming home. And, if you're bringing treats.
The day is the brainchild of prolific holiday inventors Ruth and Tom Roy, who have created nearly a hundred holidayswith rituals and recipes for many of them. From Vet Street. If our pets had thumbs, they would … Raid the refrigerator: And not just for ice cubes.
Imagine a world where our favorite furry companions had thumbs. Opposable ones. Thumbs that allowed them to open their own tins of food, easily steal your possessions, and generally get into more mischief than they already do. What kind of world would that be?
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