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I am currently sitting her stinking in my sweaty pilates clothes. I haven't taken a shower because i got distracted by THE INTERNET. i got e-mails from people wanting me to take their dogs but they're all golden retrievers. I am not a fan of golden retrievers.
I lied to everyone about why I don't like them. Here's the real story.
When I was little very little after our basset hound Happy died viciously be falling two stories onto a table saw, and I was attacked by a poodle across the street, My mom got two dogs. I think so I wouldn't have a phobia to them or anything. One was a black lab puppy named meanie and one was a gold retriever named mo (like meanie miny mo). I don't know if there was ever a miny or not. We gave Meanie away right away because she chewed everything up. We gave her to a neighbor i think, i was really young. But we kept Mo for a long time like a year. He was a good dog and we lived on the beach in holly and we would swim together. Then Randomly my mom gave him away to my cousin up north! They named him Keeper because he was such a good dog he was a keeper. I assume we got rid of him because my dad was an alcoholic and my mom had me and my brother who was only 2. Anyway she gave him away, and for years I would see him with my cousin and he didn't even remember me and he would just follow her around everywhere! And there family was almost sickeningly attatched to him.
Any way my other cousin got a golden retriever who bit me, and that was the end of golden retrievers.
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My socks have holes in them in the heels. Not just this pair but EVERY PAIR. WHY?? And now my heels have calluses from rubbing against shoes. DO I have aggressive heels? Or pussy socks? Hmmm.
I am currently sitting her stinking in my sweaty pilates clothes. I haven't taken a shower because i got distracted by THE INTERNET. i got e-mails from people wanting me to take their dogs but they're all golden retrievers. I am not a fan of golden retrievers.
I lied to everyone about why I don't like them. Here's the real story.
When I was little very little after our basset hound Happy died viciously be falling two stories onto a table saw, and I was attacked by a poodle across the street, My mom got two dogs. I think so I wouldn't have a phobia to them or anything. One was a black lab puppy named meanie and one was a gold retriever named mo (like meanie miny mo). I don't know if there was ever a miny or not. We gave Meanie away right away because she chewed everything up. We gave her to a neighbor i think, i was really young. But we kept Mo for a long time like a year. He was a good dog and we lived on the beach in holly and we would swim together. Then Randomly my mom gave him away to my cousin up north! They named him Keeper because he was such a good dog he was a keeper. I assume we got rid of him because my dad was an alcoholic and my mom had me and my brother who was only 2. Anyway she gave him away, and for years I would see him with my cousin and he didn't even remember me and he would just follow her around everywhere! And there family was almost sickeningly attatched to him.
Any way my other cousin got a golden retriever who bit me, and that was the end of golden retrievers.
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My socks have holes in them in the heels. Not just this pair but EVERY PAIR. WHY?? And now my heels have calluses from rubbing against shoes. DO I have aggressive heels? Or pussy socks? Hmmm.