Me and... Dogs

I've got the kids for a few days this week

I like the kids, love them even.

I don't like dogs, though. See, I've never really liked dogs, but I've pretended to like them. I do this because the people I love like dogs. So I pet them and I play with them and I smile when they drool all over me... Because this is what I do. Because I'm sweet and I'm supportive and I love my family and friends.

Charade over.

I'm back to honestly not liking dogs.

Yesterday, my sister's dog jumped out of the pen and got into the house and peed in a few places before taking a nice-sized shit on the bathroom floor.

I was not amused.

Yes, I know she's a puppy. I mean, they got her before I left in May, but sure-- she's still a puppy. But that doesn't curb my annoyance.

Some people will do anything for unconditional love and acceptance.
Me? That's where I draw the line. Children-- maybe. Husband-- maybe. Dogs? Nah.
Bearded dragon? Heck yeah.


But not dogs.

I know... I know that if i only met your dog, this would all change. But i don't really want to meet your dog. I'll still be nice, but please don't leave me alone with them when they still have the propensity to make messes. You don't want to see me cry.