It’s the boy and his dog thing. I’m sure that’s the root of it. And after dating several men and hearing their side of the break up stories — I can well understand the devotion they feel towards their dogs. Hell, I have a lot of women friends who feel the exact same way about their fur babies for the exact same reasons.
Dogs are loyal. Dogs don’t lie. Dogs don’t break your heart. Dogs are truly your best friend. End of story.
There’s only one really bad thing about dogs — I’m severely allergic to them.
I’ve had dogs most of my life. And I’ve suffered for it. I vacuumed and I took drugs and I got sick. All because I would not be without the comfort and love of a companion animal. But my dogs stayed firmly on the ground. They could not be on furniture or in my bed with me. That would have killed me (literally — cause asthma). It was bad enough they simply shared air space with me.
Being allergic to dogs in today’s dating world is a pretty undesirable trait. I wrote a piece last week about a man who wanted me to give up my motorcycle. Asking a man to give up his dog — even for a short amount of time — to accomodate my allergies — is just as traumatic to them. And I get it. I really do.
But explaining to people that I am unable to breath if I inhale dog dander in mass quanities becomes old. It’s just one more reason in a list of reasons which gets longer by the day of why I am not relationship material.
Finding an intelligent, kind, sane man is hard. Finding one without a dog or with a dog who doesn’t sleep in bed with him is damn near impossible. Because invariably good guys love animals.
If I had a choice, I’d have a dog. I miss having a dog. I love dogs and they love me back. In fact, truthfully — I’m pretty sure I miss having a dog around more than I miss having a man around.