Amending my “I don’t like dogs” post.
I hate seeing dogs in purses and backpacks. I hate listening to people talk about their ‘kids’. I hate out of control dogs. I hate listening to dogs yap. I hate ankle biters. I hate dogs that are dressed up. I hate humans that dress like their dogs. I hate that ‘non services’ dogs are allowed in restaurants and grocery stores. I hate that a dog can literally piss in the produce aisle where I am buying food, and no one batts an eye. I hate that I am insensitive because I don’t want to pet your dog. I hate that your dog smells like a ‘wet’ dog. I hate that you don’t care that your dog won’t stop barking at night. I hate that your dog barks because the wind blew. I hate that I live near a dog park and every day people walk their dogs past my house and let their female-unnuetured-dog pee in my grass and killing it. I hate that said people let their dogs shit in my yard and I have to deal with it.
WIth all that said, I like hunting dogs, and Labs and Weimaraners.
I had a Jack Russel Terrier when I was 15. He was wondering the streets of my suburb neighborhood growing up. After two weeks, I befriended him and he became attached to me. I named him Jack. My parents let me keep him. 6 weeks later, over memorial day weekend, we went on vacation. My neighbors watched Jack and decided to let Jack play with their pet rabbit. Jack grabbed the rabbit, bit its neck and shook their rabbit. It terrified my neighbors and traumatized their 12 kids. When we got home, I ran to get my dog, but was confronted by a pissed off neighbor that demanded my dog be put down, because he had tasted blood and like it. Four days later, Jack was put down.
…and that’s the story of why I don’t like dogs.