The twelve year old me would be horrified to hear me say this, but I'm absolutely not a dog person. At least, not a person who wants a dog to live in her home. I don't mind other people's dogs that I'm not required to live with, but I want no part of living with a dog, particularly Oscar.
Dogs are like living with the most irritating toddler you can find, only it smells really bad and it's parents never come to take it home. Dog smells, dog hair and even the smell of dog food are all offensive to me. The sound of a barking dog sets my nerves on edge. When people tell me about their small dog that lived for more than a decade I start to panic that I could be stuck with this dog for more than another year or two.
Today Oscar decided to remind me of why I despise living with him. Instead of barking at the door to go outside, like he normally would, he decided to pee on the kitchen floor. Ellie sat next it it and didn't notice. I kept asking if anyone knew what the awful smell was in the kitchen and no one knew anything. Then Katie went to throw something in the trash and the poor kid stepped in the massive puddle of pee and slipped. She ended up being covered in it and needed an immediate bath.
I'm not a dog person because I can't stand the smells and sounds associated with having a dog. But my children shouldn't be dog people because the animal they claim they love so much is something they can't be bothered to feed or let outside at regular intervals.
Someday this misery of dog ownership will end and I'm going to celebrate like I never have before. I long for the day when I can live in a pet free house.