It's not that I hate dogs, it's that I sometimes dislike the experience of having a puppy.
Rusty Shackleford is a puppy and a lot of what he does is annoying puppy stuff. Sometimes this overlaps with him doing something cute, but for the most part, I don't enjoy being around the high energy puppy experience.
Cats, like Merlin, are more my speed.
Granted, the only reason I got the dog was because I expected to not have to deal with him for a few months, and my husband would have trained him during that time. I'd be in Kuwait, deployed, and not having to deal with a puppy. He would be home, with the company of a dog he would train to be a hunting dog and/or a service dog. My husband likes dogs and I like petting other people's dogs when I see them, as well as following many dog accounts on Instagram. I like my husband and he's great with animals, so this seemed like a good deal. He would get a puppy, and I go to the Middle East while he trains it.
He can be cute when he isn't trying to destroy things.
But getting diagnosed with cancer a few weeks ago has changed things. I have had to reclama my deployment, as I need treatment stateside. Now I am staying home, starting chemo in a few days, my husband has a sick wife, and I have to spend time with the dog while he is in puppy mode.
He does okay on car trips. He'll sleep, but interspersed with barfing. Do they make Dramamine for dogs?
We can't get rid of the dog. It's unethical to give up an animal, but more troubling, it's possible I'm dying at a rate more quickly than others, and this could turn into a John Wick(2014) situation, where the wife gives a puppy to her husband after getting a terminal illness. And since my husband is not unlike the John Wick character, I hope like hell nothing ever happens to that dog, or death and destruction will rain down upon those responsible.
My husband giving Pedialyte to the doggo when he was a little dehydrated.
It feels mean to even think these things, as Rusty is a well-meaning creature, and I'm sure he'll get better over time. If nothing else, it's been a period of self-realization, if not exactly self-actualization.
Having the puppy has really reinforced that I am a cat person. The weird aloofness, interspersed with neediness, is what I like best about felines. It doesn't matter that I'm allergic to cats and not the dog. Sartre said, "Hell is the Other," and I've done it myself.
Muad'Dib, sitting on my chest in all her teeny fluffy glory.