Wednesday, June 3, 2009
My mom got sick and is going to be in the hospital for a few days so I offered to take in my family dog. For most people (with most dogs) this would have been an easy decision. Mine was not so much. He's bad. I'm convinced my dog has ADHD and his behavioral issues are caused by this disorder. He also eats things.
He also has a reputation for not being the friendliest dog in the world. Sometimes he's really sweet and loving and wiggly and excited to see you, but if you take him through a toll booth then it's another story. It's a 5 1/2 hour drive from my hometown to where I live now and I pass through two toll booths. He goes all Kujo and scares the crap out of the guy and then I have to apologize for my rude dog.
Anyway...this effect is amplified when I don't like someone. Dogs seem to pick up on these things which is usually handy for protection but not so much when you're just trying to not get sued. I hate my roommate. My roommate hates me. My dog hates my roommate. It's a vicious cycle. Luckily I was able to grab him and he only almost dragged me across the entire apartment trying to rip off said roommates reproductive organs.
I know I shouldn't encourage this behavior but I couldn't help giving him a little snack.