I know I've written about dogs before and most of you know that I'm not a "dog person." I really don't like it when people say "I'm not a dog person" when they mean that they don't like dogs. Why can't we just say that we don't like dogs? No one cares if we say we say we don't like snakes or rats, but for some reason when a person says they don't like dogs, it is assumed that they're a bad person. I'm a perfectly good person, I just don't like dogs. Dogs don't smell good and you have to pick up their poop. Every time I start to think a particular type of dog is cute and that I might want one (this doesn't happen often, but Bob likes to get me going on the dog topic every once in awhile for his own amusement), I remember that I will have to pick up their poop forever. Children eventually grow up and learn to use the toilet, but dogs never do. This is really the deal breaker when it comes to me and dogs.
Have you ever noticed that some dogs just love people who don't like dogs? I have several friends who have dogs and these dogs always want to lick me or put their heads in my lap, or they jump on me and follow me around. My friend Amanda who has known me since we were twelve and knows how I feel about dogs likes to encourage her two big dogs to sit by me, or better yet on me, so they do. They don't seem to notice or care about my discomfort. They're perfectly happy to get right up next to me and breathe their doggy smells all over me. Amanda finds this funny.
We're having some very welcome fall weather today, so I decided to go for a walk around my neighborhood instead of going to the gym. About two thirds of the way through my walk, a little Jack Russel Terrier type dog trotted up to me and walked right along with me for several blocks. The dog had no collar, but he seemed fairly clean so I wasn't sure if he was a stray or if he belonged to someone. Despite the fact that I kept telling him to go away and that I didn't like him, he continued to follow me until I was almost home. The last thing I wanted was to get to my house and have some strange dog on my heels, so I took a detour and walked a few extra blocks. About two blocks from my house, the dog became interested in something across the street and I lost him. Just to be safe, I took off and sprinted the last block or so to my house because I didn't want the dog to know where I lived. I knew that if Bob came home and the dog was hanging around, he'd try to convince me to keep it. A few of our friends have taken in random dogs recently with mixed results and I'm just not up for it even if the dog isn't that big. It's been a few hours and I haven't seen the dog again, so hopefully he either went home or found a dog person.
Just so that no one gets the wrong idea, I will say that there are a couple of dogs that I kind of enjoy visiting, but this mostly has to do with their owners and my love for them and their love for said dogs. Even though I don't like most dogs, there are a couple that I've gotten to know and as dogs go, they're alright. I think they know who they are.