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Anonymous wrote:Was the dog pissing in the store? no? then what is the problem?
What’s wrong with it is that not everyone wants to be around dogs. I’m allergic and while I steer clear of them in stores it’s obnoxious that the dog is there. It’s a store/market/restaurant it’s perfectly reasonable to expect that an animal NOT be there.
I shouldn't have to keep my dog home because your immune system overreacts!
It's not everyone else's fault that you're cognitively like a toddler.
You wouldn’t last a day in the wild without your Flonase. I cannot help you. I don’t hear you raging about trees and flowers!
I don't have allergies to dogs. Additionally, I'm a grown adult who can function leaving my house without a wubbie.
And yet you speak like a toddler. Wubbie? Who says that? I work with kids and the only time I've heard that word was in the movie Mr. Mom--which tells me you're really, really old, if that's the only reference you have to describe a favored item. Get with the times, grandma! Either keep up or step aside.
Hey there little doggy mom, I’m not a boomer and likely younger than you, and you and your disgusting puppy doggy mutt are indeed acting like a toddler.
I think we’d all like to step aside and step around, but have you and your disgusting animal in our way. Time to grow up, doggy mommy, no one likes you.
1) My dog isn't a mutt. She's purebred.
2) Her breed has been specifically bred over centuries to be a companion dog, not a working dog. Being separated from humans for extended periods of time is stressful for this type of dog--just like it would be for you or me.
3) I'm not a mommy, she's not a baby, she's not a puppy, she's not a doggy and I'm not a doggy mommy. She's a dog, and I'm a human. We're companions to each other.
4) just took an overnight road trip with her where we stayed in a hotel (and paid the appropriate dog fee and clarified where she is and isn't allowed to go.) Mostly, she stayed in the room and I got take out for dinner that I ate in the room, and room service for breakfast. She walked through the lobby in the evening, and in the morning for walks. Without exception, every single person who saw her got excited, asked to pet her and genuinely loved seeing and interacting with her. They loved her.
5) The knucklehead who delivered breakfast took off without holding the door so I could bring the food in without the dog running out. As a result, she ran out, ran to the front desk where she hung out until I could put the tray down, grab a mask and slip my Birkenstocks on. The housekeepers and front desk staff who were nearby all lavished her with attention.
6) you might be right about some dogs, but absolutely not all dogs.
7) I used to be a miserable asshole like you, but then I changed my attitude and got a dog. Life is better when you're not looking for reasons to be daft and miserable and to inflict that misery on others.