I hate animals...yes it's true.
I haven't always hated animals. I remember when I was in grade school living with my Granny. She lived in the country and had chickens, ducks, and cats. I always liked chasing the chickens and ducks and I liked to pet and rub the cats. I even would cry when my Grandpa would wring the neck of a chicken for dinner. (I still ate it, though :)
Anyhoo..........one day, I saw one of the cats walking about with a limp. She had a sizable gash in her leg. Because I really liked the cats, I asked my Grandpa to help me help the cat. So he did. He broke a small stick in half and took a piece of a ripped t-shirt. The goal was to make a splint for the cat. Well...the cat was having no part of that. It took us a while to even catch the cat and when we finally caught her and got her calm to assemble the splint onto her leg, she scratched me TWICE...yes the darn cat scratched me...........TWICE, I say.
As a young kid, I didn't understand why the cat would scratch me when I was only trying to help her. Well, that was the beginning of my hate for animals. I now think cats are evil and I'm somewhat afraid of dogs because I've been chased by a few walking home from school.
So...why would I married an animal-lover?
My hubby and his(our) 3 children love, love, love animals. For years they asked for a dog. I would always say "no"...actually Hell NO!!!
Well.....things changed in 2010. I realized that my love for my children and hubby was stronger than my hate for animals. In May 2010, my baby arrived....and we named her Sasha.
I love my Sasha Boo. She's like my shadow now. At first, I didn't want her to touch me. I wouldn't even let the kids or my hubby touch me after they had touched her.
I didn't want her roaming over the whole house. I wouldn't even let her out of her kennel.
9 months later and I've completely spoiled her. I touch her. I rub her. I wrestle with her. Now, I'm still a germaphobe so I don't do it often. I only do it right before I'm about to take a shower.
Anytime I go shopping I buy her toys that I know she's gonna destroy. I buy her treats that look good enough for me to eat.
I've bought her tons of pillows...nice, plush pillow and she destroyed them all. She's fiesty...just like her mom.
So, I still hate animals, but I love my Sasha!!!
If only I can get my hubby to rub my belly like he rubs Sasha's........
HoneyO
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