Pardon the lame play on words for the title, but I have just gotten word that there will be approximately SIX canines attending this year's Easter feast at my aunt's house. In case you don't know, I don't like dogs. It used to be a very strong fear, and I used to eat Thanksgiving dinner in the car to avoid 2 dogs when I was younger. Then my parents tortured me by getting a dog, and after he died, another. Even though I am not as deathly afraid as I used to be (I will tolerate some dogs now) it is a little extreme to be around six dogs and a bit overwhelming to say the least. There will be 39 people and 6 dogs attending Easter, which means that there is a dog for every 6.5 people (if my math is correct). I don't like that ratio.I also don't like when people say, "Oh, it will just jump on you and lick you to death...that's all." Ok, I don't want it to touch me. Not with its paws, its tongue, or any other part of its body. And here's a drastic but mostly true statement that I will be bold enough to make on my blog- I don't even think puppies are cute. Dogs make me extremely uptight and tense; therefore, I won't be able to enjoy being with family and eating dinner and socializing in peace. This almost makes me want to boycott the Easter gathering this year and go to Corey's grandmom's.
End of dog rant.
3 comments:
you can't boycott easter. i'm gonna be there and i have to see you!!!
plus who's dogs are there? and what 39 people are coming?
make that 40 people: i'm crashing the palmer easter. Want me to bring my dog?
When Aunt Nance and I sat down to plan we counted 39...just our family + boyfriends and such and then U. Dean's side, too- wow, we are a big crew! And Liz, I am glad you will be there; however, I will pass on the offer for you to bring your dog. Thanks! :)
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