I originally was going to call this I Still Don't Like Dogs!, but that's no longer true. Or, at least not as true as it used to be. As a confirmed cat lover and dog dis-liker (I could sometimes be called a dog hater, although I never really completely hated them. I just didn't like them), I never planned to get a dog. In fact, it was just the opposite. Dogs were slobbery, they stunk, they barked, and they liked to jump on you and lick your face. In my eyes, they just didn't hold a candle to cats (they still don't, in many ways). You could probably say that cats matched my personality better. Independent. Aloof. Fastidious (or does "anal-retentive" better describe it?). Self-centered.
Not too long after I moved to Arizona, I found myself involved with this guy and we moved in together. That in itself was a big mistake and another story altogether, but after a few months, he came upon an opportunity to get a dog, which he wanted. The person who owned the dog also had a German Shepherd who was jealous of the dog and I guess didn't get along well with him (or at least that's what he told me. Knowing his history now, that was probably also a lie). I told him we couldn't have a dog, he brought him home anyway. He was around 6 months old and seemed okay, for a dog. His name was Lucky.
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