
I would occasionally take him on a mystery-box shopping spree-all Expensive Mystery Boxes-till my Pet Society wallet runs dry, then dump all the boxes in a room. Rufus would get special treatment, of course. If I had extra moolah, I would even send over a mystery box as a gift-heck, even virtual pets need some ayuda. You could say it’s the kind of game that got people super emotionally invested that the announcement post on Facebook still gets comments to this day.

There weren’t any rules-you could design rooms as you please and get inspo from other pets’ homes, too. Some players were lucky enough to make their pet create the rare Golden Poo and Rainbow Poo that you could display like a trophy on your pet’s shelf. Your pet could have a grandiose foyer with five chandeliers, a kitchen with an all-black selection of small appliances, a bathroom where you have a toilet adorned with poo. But since this is Pet Society, no one would have judged you for the way you arranged your pet’s belongings or that you did not subscribe to minimalism. Socializing batteries drained? You could visit the Pond and while the time away in the fishing mini-game.ĭesigning a pet’s home in Pet Society was akin to the feeling of being a Home Buddies lurker-the kind where you admire marvelous homes and think of ways to improve your own space. When the 40th visit to a pet has worn you out, you always had that option to head to the Stadium and participate in a race, with familiar pet faces in the crowd (yes, your friends’ pets). It was merely a way to see you and your friend’s pet have some sort of interaction in the virtual world. The easiest way to earn coins was to visit your friends’ pets daily and interact with them-kiss, hug, tell a joke, dance, or even fight without consequences.


If you wanted to provide the good life for your pet, you had to work for it. Just like in real life, having coins were important in Pet Society. Rufus looked like a cross between a cat and a bear, with bright yellow skin, blue eyes, and a stoic expression that took after this writer’s resting bitch face.
