I Don’t Want To Touch A Dog
I don’t want to touch a dog. I don’t know why people are dying to touch or pat them but you won’t see me doing it. I won’t touch a dog. I’m not going to lie or sugar coat it and I’m telling you as it is, I don’t like dogs and I don’t see anything wrong with that. There’s only one thing I dislike more than dogs and that is anyone who tells me that they don’t like a person who doesn’t like dogs ‘coz that is basically telling me straight in my face that they don’t like me, right? But then come to think about it, there’s one more thing that I hate more than the person who told me that they don’t like people who don’t like dogs and that is a person who PRETENDS to like dogs! I hate pretenders. Period.
I have nothing against dogs. I don’t throw stones at them or harm them when I see them but I just don’t like them. That is because when I was younger, I was bitten by a dog. I was cycling in a rubber estate when this dog appeared out of no where and started barking like crazy. I sped up trying to escape but that dog bit me on my shin. I think it must have been hallucinating and saw my shin as a piece of fried chicken or something and no shy-shy planted a big bite on me while still barking like a maniac. No manners that dog! The mother never teach it not to bark and chew at the same time >_<
I almost fell off my bicycle but carried on pedalling for dear life. I screamed on top of my lungs and managed to kick that fella off me. I think my heart fell off somewhere during the commotion because though I was petrified, I couldn’t feel my heartbeat as I made my way home. Drenched with cold sweat, I was relieved my parents were no where in sight as I dashed into the house, into my room to hide and sob. I fell flat on the floor, my legs turned jello as I tried to make sense of what just happened.
I checked my shin and saw blood trickling down but thank goodness the flash was still intact. No I did not tell my parents. I was in Primary 5 and cycled way beyond the permitted area. I was afraid to inform my parents because I was not supposed to be cycling in that rubber estate in the first place. I cleaned up my wound and wore long pants to cover it. Never in my mind did it occur to me that I might get infected or even worse, get rabies! I did not know then that dog bites can cause infections. I was lucky in a way as my wound did not get infected and healed nicely over a period of time.
I stayed away from dogs eversince. I’ve never patted a dog and will never do so. I’m not going to pretend and gush like a little girl when a cute dog comes wagging its tail in front of me.
Having said all that, though I don’t like dogs, I will never stop my kids from liking them. It is their life, their choice. If they grow up to like dogs, so be it. If they want to keep a dog as a pet, I’ll let them (after they move into their own home that is :P).
But there’s one thing I love and that is fish. I love fish and it is my dream to have a huge aquarium as my wall…
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I am a mother to two boys; Ethan and Ayden and a wife to Darling William. I'm a stay at home mum who blogs to break the monotony of life and to avoid feeling jaded. Would love to get to know all the Super Mommies and Daddies and Babies or Singles out there with the hope that we can learn more from each other. Most of all, I am a happy person, and I hope YOU are too.
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