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I'm in a situation here at my house; the family got a dog. I made a blog post about this and my unhappiness about the whole ordeal.
My dad's girlfriend wanted to get a dog way before I ever came along, so it's not an at the moment type of thing. I have expressed to her way before that I hate dogs and have always had a bad experience with them, I didn't expect that to change anything, it's her house, she can do what she wants and I respect that and know I should not get in the way of her plans.
I told the family I was NOT going to help with the dog or do anything for it, everyone understood that and respected that. Now, the dog is here; and I feel uncomfortable about it. I feel like I don't belong in the house anymore. The only dogs I have ever known were my relatives dogs; which meant soon or later I could go home and get away from them. Now, I can't get away from it, the dog will be everywhere and I can't leave or go home.
I think my dad's girlfriend is becoming a little standoffish towards me, she and I are not talking much at all; she says good morning and goodnight but that's all. I think I'm upsetting her because I am not being overly friendly to the dog; I told her I would not be.
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I'm not being a bitch to her, yes I did scream at her the first night but that is only because I'm used to doing that with my cats whenever I want them to stop fucking with stuff. My dad came in the next day and told me that I apparently scared her and to be more gentle and just put my hand up and say "no no". Fine, whatever, I didn't mean to scare the dog I just wanted her to leave things alone. I still do everything I wold normally do just slightly different because the dog is here. I'm not trying to be a bitch, I just want space and to be away from the dog if I want to
What makes us who we are? To answer that question we must establish what we are. We are the most advanced generation of human being the world has ever seen. We as a people come up with new innovations and inventions every day that make life easier. It’s fairly easy to get caught up in what we are as a society and just think that who we are as well but, this isn 't the case. Who we are is also known as our personal identity and there are many aspects of this identity, so many in fact that focusing on only a few comprehensive aspects and going into depth on these aspects will provide a coherent view of what goes into making us who we are.
III. Have you seen a dog jumping all over his owners or his guests when arriving back at the house after a short trip? Is that a dog that is glad to see them? Actually, not altogether, this dog loves them, is not a sign of a happy dog. This shows dominance and confusion. Did you know if you lavish them with emotion and affection at this time you showing them you are a follower?
You want your dog to understand that you are the person to look to when they question what is right or wrong. This is done by being firm, yet kind with the dog. You don't want your dog to listen to you out of fear, but out of respect. Setting boundaries is very important in gaining respect. Sit down with your family and discuss what is and what is not appropriate for the dog to be doing. Perhaps you have no problem with a dog on the furniture, but kitchen entrance is not allowed.
I knew from the first time I saw the little Pit Bull Terrier that we would be best friends for life. I had never had a dog before so I was uber excited. I named my new friend Dora, mainly because her older brother’s name was Diego, and made her life as great as I could. Dora was a very friendly dog; despite the stereotype Pit Bulls have been given. I did not agree with dog fighting at all. I wanted to make sure that my precious Dora would never have to worry about another dog trying to harm her. I did a very great job protecting Dora until one day at the Vet Clinic. Dora was called to be seen next. At the other end of the hallway was
It’s a feeling everyone has gone through, therefore, it’s comprehensible. If Updike had made it seem like the family didn’t care about the dog and ended up insulting the dog, the reader would be more mad than upset. But that isn’t what Updike was going for, he wanted the audience to think of their deceased pets and smile at the good times and cry at the end. Updike wanted to bring up lost memories of that one dog that was as loyal to be called “good
According to the American Kennel Club, being responsible for any pet is committing to them as much as you would if they were human (AKC). Through the months Skye has had a total of twenty-four weeks in obedience and training classes and became part of the American Kennel Club. During her classes they taught me as her owner that her mayhem is not her fault, and I have to teach her how to act correctly. On top of all my responsibilities for a hyper aggressive dog, I have to make sure that while I am at work, someone is capable of also taking care of her needs. I found a lodging and training daycare that works with Skye on days I drop her off, and my dad is a huge help. Not many people are able to handle my dog, so it is important that I found people that also can help her. Responsibilities for dogs come in all different forms, but these are just a couple ways that I have to specifically take care of my
Personally I dont understand how anybody can be so selfish to the extent of bringing a dog to work. Dogs have things to do while you're out working, it may seem like they've been waiting for you all day but that's a myth or maybe your own insecurities. Why would you want to take that feeling away from yourself? That feeling of coming home after a hard stressful day at work and not knowing what to do until you open that door and see your dog wagging it's tail, happier than a clown.
Basically, they don’t respect you. So you will need, diplomatically and professionally, to suggest they go elsewhere. You might risk the wrath of a negative review. You might love their dog and want to make sure the dog remains well-groomed. But life is too short to live without respect from other people.
Being a teenager my mother explained having a pet was a great responsibility somehow I was frustrated she didn’t understand my passion and love for dogs! Nothing in the world would convince her to let us get one. She claimed I can have a turtle if I desperately wanted to have a pet. I couldn’t agree.
I have a love for cats. Ever since I was a teenager I always wished for a cat of my own. When I moved in a three story apartment in California, the Manager of the complex said that cats were allowed in the units. I mentioned to my Aunt at the time that I was searching in the newspapers under advertisements for cats wanted. One cool breezy evening, my Aunt called me and said that a friend of her's named Judy had a cat named Katie who did not get along with her other two cats. So I agreed to meet with Judy to see if I'd love to adopt Katie.
She loves my dog so much, it was as if the world was ending for her. Samantha gets annoyed whenever Kalli and I argue so she went down the slide and over to another group of people because she didn’t want to deal with Kalli and I. Soon after, Kalli and I both stormed off in different directions and then ended up not talking to each other for two days until we finally forgot about it and had both moved on. However, those two days felt like an eternity, I had nothing to do. I was stuck at home flipping through channels on the T.V., and the only thing that I wanted to do was do something with
and told her that I was going outside to play with the dog. I went out to play
Happy feeling and emotions toward me is not always the best. I bought him for $400 dollars. When I first brought the puppy home, my family yelled at me for wasting my money. I was happy that I now had an animal companion to play with. He is still young and was still scared of his new surrounding. He cried every night, just like a newborn baby missing his mother. Now months have passed and he is still crying, I tried my best to make my dog feel comfortable and safe around me. I padded him on the butt when he uses the carpet as a restroom, as if he was outside in the backyard. He now fears me when he knows that he did wrong. When I see him, I yell out his name and say, "Time out for you." He will run along and hide behind the sofa.
"Honey," my mom yelled to me one sunny afternoon, "Go out and feed Sugar." Sugar was our dog, a big, husky lap dog. I went to our kitchen, and got some food. Then I stepped outside, into the warm, fresh August air, looking for Sugar. I glanced to where I kept Sugar, and couldn't believe my eyes. Sugar was not there. I ran to the place where Sugar slept, I saw that the leash was elegantly coiled up. I knew that Sugar could not have run away. I thought that she must have chased a deer or another animal. Then a disturbing thought hit me, Sugar might have been abducted. As I tried to push that thought out of my mind, I thought that my mom could have put Sugar out in the garage. I went to the garage to check, but unfortunately Sugar wasn?t there. ?Mom,? I cried after a couple of seconds, ?Do you know where Sugar is??
Ever since I can remember I’ve wanted a dog. Never did I think that dogs would end up being by biggest fear. I was just a little kid around 6 years old when it happened. I was walking home from my friend’s house when I saw a stray dog, it was in the middle of the street blocking my way, I decided to walk past it, while I was walking it started growling at me, I hesitated but still kept trying to walk then suddenly it got up and started barking empathically towards me. I was terrified, my first initial reaction being a 6 year old kid was to scare it away, I was ignorant. I picked up a rock and threw it at the dog thinking it’ll get scared and run away. I was wrong. The dog had enough it made a whimpering noise then started barking even louder