I’ve owned three cats and zero dogs in my adult lifetime. Not that I haven‘t ever lived with dogs, mind you. There was the vicious, abused box terrier my parents thought would be great with three small, eager kids. Fortunately, he didn’t stay long.
And then there was Stinker. The poodle mix with bad breath and an unnatural attachment to my parents’ mislaid belongings. Imagine this. You come home from school starving and having to pee so badly your eyes are turning yellow. Stinker is strategically positioned in the living room guarding Mom’s high heels. He snarls, snaps, and is clearly ready to eat you for venturing anywhere near said precious shoes. You realize the kitchen is blocked and so are the stairs to the only bathroom in the house. You have to make a run for it, but deciding which destination is a challenge. You only have one chance. Food or bathroom? Imagine this scenario repeating itself throughout most of your high school years and you can see why I’ve never owned a dog.