When I was a child, I loved dogs, I'd check out this one book at the library over and over again studying dogs, wishing I could have one. Never got one.
One day I was walking and a dog came charging at me, and literally 3 feet before it was about to eat my face off the owner yelled a command and it stopped dead in it's tracks. From then on, I was not a fan of dogs.
We got a dog when Phyllis was a teenager, unfortunately she had issues with her pancreas and we gave her away to someone who could afford to take care of her. She was a cute dog but she peed everytime she saw someone new. I thought I was going to kill her at one point. Instead, I'd take her outside, let them meet her and everyone would go inside together.... I was never going to stop the peeing so I figured out how to live with it.
It's been a long time since we had a dog. We were going to move to Detroit so we decided we needed a dog (jokes on me, we moved to Dearborn.
We got this crazy pooch. Cookie. She's a rescue. She drives me crazy.
But I love her.
She greets me at the door and jumps around begging to go out.
She thinks she gets a treat just for being cute.
She chokes herself while walking because she pulls so much but it's fun to take her out and explore.
She smiles and smirks
If I don't pet her enough (like EVERY MINUTE) she licks my arm (so disgusting)
I'm thankful for her even though I never really wanted a dog. For the record, having Cookie doesn't make me a dog lover, I'm just a MY dog lover.
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