Vlad

I happen to not be such a fan of dogs. I can handle little dogs maybe even medium size dogs(or not). I am pretty terrified of bigger type dogs, though. I don't know. It probably has a lot to do with being chased by a pack of stray dogs when I was little. Could be. Who really knows. Not a fan of most dogs. Lets just leave it at that.

So, a friend of mine has this dog. A bigger German Shepherd-y kind of dog. That is nice isn't? Well, no. Actually, it is not nice at all. Weren't you paying attention? Not a fan of dogs.

I know it is not the dogs fault that I am not a big fan of dogs but we are going to call that STRIKE 1 against the dog for just being a dog.

I was spending quite a bit of time at my friends house(who may or may not have a cute boy!) and that also meant I spent quite a bit of time with the dog. I was starting to warm up to the wittle puppy. I would even go as far to say that I was actually starting to like this dog. I rubbed his wittle belly sometimes. I cuddled with him on the couch. etc etc.

That was until...

He ate my earrings! What kind of dog does that? New earrings at that! STRIKE 2

So time went on and the wittly puppy got on my good side again. He should have stayed there. We had a good thing going on. I forgave him about eating my earrings and then...

The little stink ate my shoes! My black flats that I used for school! Ruuuined. STRIKE 3.

I don't know how many strikes it takes for me to just stop thinking that me and this dog will ever get along but I was pretty well there when he ate my shoes.

A few nights ago I was going to visit my friend with the dog and before I went I did a wardrobe check. I had on a black school shirt, old jeans, cute cardigan with lace(I almost took it off), and red shoes. Besides the lacey cardigan I figured the only other thing would be my red shoes. They look yummy to me so I thought the dog might think they were yummy.

I was wrong(which is a good thing). He really didn't think anything I had on was yummy. He thought I was yummy! He kept jumping on me and jumping on me(HELLO! SCARED OF BIG JUMPING DOGS HERE!). I thought he was going to try to eat me! Instead of taking a bite out of me his sharp little puppy nails ripped my black shirt! Can you believe that?

I don't have any luck with that dog. We were just not meant to get along.

me + dogs = not a fan. bad times.