by Becky Vieira posted in Life

Like many parents, I've logged more hours watching Disney Jr. than I ever thought possible. I never knew my eyes could absorb so much Mickey Mouse and friends. Along the way, I've become far too invested in a particular character: Pete. And by invested, I mean he drives me crazy.
Mickey, please hear my plea: Pete's a bully, you're a pushover and it's time to take back control of your clubhouse and garage. Pete needs to hit the road.
On a quick side note, not only am I writing an entire blog post on a character from the Disney universe, but my husband and I just had an entire discussion argument on that character. Specifically, we couldn?t agree on what he is. I said cat, he refused to even entertain the notion.
?He's a dog, the kind like Goofy who walks,? he insisted. ?Not the Pluto-type, who?s a pet.?
Thanks to a quick Google search we solved the debate. Pete is indeed a cat.
My heart is not completely black and dead. I feel for poor Pete. He lacks self-esteem and it manifests in his behavior. He?s lonely, he wants to be included. None of these are abnormal personality traits.
Pete could be redeemed. If he wanted to be, that is. But he just keeps causing chaos, not only in the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but also over on Mickey and the Roadster Racers. He?s two-for-one trouble. His British counterpart is a jewel thief, for crying out loud.
On some levels he?s a necessary evil. All real heroes need an antagonist, someone to help drive them. Pete...