dixiehack
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So there is a fellow divorcée at church I've been thinking of asking out for a little while now. She has a lot going for her: smart, accomplished, cute, easygoing personality.
Two things have held me back. One is my natural shyness. But the other is that she and her daughters are big into pets and fostering stray animals.
Other than an aquarium and a couple of abortive attempts at an outside dog, we were not a pet family. Dad is allergic and mom inherited my granny's disdain for animals as unclean. As the neurotic, rule-following oldest child, this stuff is hard-coded into my DNA.
A lot of this came to a head for me today when I had to make a delivery to a pet supply place and the smell overpowered me when I walked in. I had forgotten that smell. Even though it was a fairly tidy shop, it still reeked of kibble and dander and misplaced priorities.
I have two children, so obviously I'm no stranger to cleaning up pee and poop from back in the day. But at least there were diapers to contain nearly all of the mess and a reasonable ashurance that particular task had an end date within sight.
So I ask you, the pet lovers of SJ.com, can my kind ever actually find lasting happiness with your kind? Did any of you ever used to be skittish around animals or at least dog-nostic before coming around?
Two things have held me back. One is my natural shyness. But the other is that she and her daughters are big into pets and fostering stray animals.
Other than an aquarium and a couple of abortive attempts at an outside dog, we were not a pet family. Dad is allergic and mom inherited my granny's disdain for animals as unclean. As the neurotic, rule-following oldest child, this stuff is hard-coded into my DNA.
A lot of this came to a head for me today when I had to make a delivery to a pet supply place and the smell overpowered me when I walked in. I had forgotten that smell. Even though it was a fairly tidy shop, it still reeked of kibble and dander and misplaced priorities.
I have two children, so obviously I'm no stranger to cleaning up pee and poop from back in the day. But at least there were diapers to contain nearly all of the mess and a reasonable ashurance that particular task had an end date within sight.
So I ask you, the pet lovers of SJ.com, can my kind ever actually find lasting happiness with your kind? Did any of you ever used to be skittish around animals or at least dog-nostic before coming around?
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