BITCHY :: I never really liked animals. In fact, I would go out of my way to NOT pet someone’s dog. I just found they were loud, smelly, and with all that hair you might as well give up ever wearing black.
I would find myself routinely going on dates where I would discover the unwanted animal baggage of my prospective husband. They would always pick their dog over you. How could you ever compete with man’s best friend?
I went on dating, making sure that each man I was seeing did not have a puppy waiting for him at home. And I thought I was doing a fabulous job with my dog screening, until I found out that the guy I was seeing had a furry friend of his own. I don’t know how this…. animal was kept secret for so long? He probably knew that I was one of those secret dog haters.
“This is Annie,” he said to me as the little creature came to greet me at the door. “She is so…. umm… cute!” I was hoping that I didn’t look as horrified as I felt. How did I not know he had a dog? How had we been seeing each other for so long without touching on the fact of an animal living with him? And more importantly, why did I wait so long to come to his place and have sex? If he wasn’t so charming or looked like potential boyfriend material, we would have had sex on the first date and I would have discovered his dog.
But now it was too late, I already had some attachment to this man. So I decided to suck it up and try bonding with his furry friend. Whenever we were watching a movie I would refrain from screaming when the dog jumped up to nestle into my lap. I would try not to cry when all my beautiful cloths were covered in animal hair. I even tried to walk the dog once, but I refused to pick up her shit.
But I was slowly breaking. This constant forced effort to bond with his pup started becoming taxing on my soul. I could barely enjoy doggy-style sex with my boyfriend without slightly developing a rash. Finally, one night as we were making our way to his room for the night we walked in on Annie sprawled out over the bed.
That was it! I got my boyfriend to drive me home for the night with Annie running around in the backseat of the car. Why couldn’t he leave her at home for thirty minutes? I kissed my boy good night and walked towards my front door. Then there it was. The most distressful cry I have ever heard. Annie was whimpering because I was leaving and not coming home with her for the night.
My heart melted. How could anyone walk away from a crying dog? I stopped at my door, turned around and headed back to my boo’s car. “I changed my mind,” I said as I let Annie hop on my lap in the front. I guess I am more of a dog person than I thought.
Cole Douglas is currently studying his degree in PR, and is TheGGN’s relationship blogger. Get more of Cole’s stories about love and sex on his blog, The Game.
