I've been doing better about tolerating dogs. I can deal with it, and I've even warmed up to the idea of having my own dog sometime. Last night Joshua and I went over to some friends' house. They have two dogs. One is big and relaxed, and the other is little and jumpy and annoying. Fine, I pet the dogs. I put on a good show the entire time.
After we had been there for awhile, we play a board game at the kitchen table. During the entire hour we played, that stupid little dog was jumping on my legs and eating the hem of my jeans. I kept pushing him off, and he kept coming back. I was horrified. What the hell am I supposed to say? "Excuse me, but your annoying dog is destroying my pants." So I kept my mouth shut, despite the little chunks of my pants scattered around the kitchen floor. My jeans are ruined, one of only two pairs that I like to wear, and Skittles is dead to me. I will never have a dog. Whatever, Skittles could never have been as good in reality as she was in my head.
Now I'm going to the mall to buy a white lab coat to start another unpaid job on Monday. Thanks to my supervisor for letting me know about the coat in such a timely fashion so I could shop for the best deal.
I'm about to jump of the balcony.
2 comments:
damn it! all that progress you made with sophie and henry down the drain!
Bunny, Just because they suck as dog owners doesn't mean you shouldn't get Skittles. If a baby punched you in the face would you say goodbye to Adhelm. I think not. Bess and George need someone to play with.
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