Pretty much the exact argument my ex made to get a dog. Which she then proceeded to ignore unless she wanted some attention and never walked her beyond the end of the road and would then moan that the poor dog crapped in the house.
Jack really is proving her narc credentials again and again. I keep swinging between feeling angry and upset and praying that the poor dog (and cat!) get new homes with loving owners who can see beyond their own selfish needs. I’ve honestly got such a horrible feeling about this.
When I was about 10 my Mum and her boyfriend came home with a puppy. When they realised just how much work he was they lost interest so I did his walks and fed him. They used to hit him and rub his nose in it rather than training him. I used to wake up really early so I could clean up after him so he didn’t get hurt so they used to hit me instead because they said he wouldn’t learn. One day I came home from school and he was gone. I was totally heart broken and never knew what happened to him. Poor SB will have his heart broken unless his Dad ends up taking on the dog.
I’m 5.8 and the last labradoodle I met could put his paws on my shoulder. He also punched me in the face twice when I talked to someone else. I didn’t know dogs could punch.
I love cats and dogs but I would never have a kitten or puppy because they are such hard work. A couple of months ago I looked after a friends kitten for a long weekend and it was a bloody nightmare. I barely slept as the kitten didn’t for more than a couple of hours at a time and would then do parkour around the house. She also abseiled down my curtains and best of all left me with a thank you gift of ringworm.
The poor animals are more likely to catch something from her and those trousers than the other way around.
