March 13th 2010 7:46 pm
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I was born feral, but was soon caught and put in foster care. At my foster home there was a dog. I was not real fond of the dog , but got a long well with the dog. My foster mom wanted me to become socialized to like dogs. When I got adopted to my forever home, there was a large pomeranian who lived there. He was old, and for the most part he ignored me. We kind did our own thing. Unfortunately he died about a year or so after I moved in. I thought finally a house with no dogs. However, my mom soon got a dog (Abbey). She bugged me, chased me, and followed me around. She would not take no for an answer. I hit her, hissed at her, hide from her, and still she did leave me alone. She always wanted to play with me.
I did not want to play with her. Now she is older, and one would think she would now leave me alone, but no. She on occassion wants to play with me, and she is always looking at me. She often wanders into my room just to stare at me while I am sitting in my chair. She has also been known to steal my cat food. You would think after living together for almost 9 years she would know I did not want to be friends. It is something about her that makes me not like her. Sometimes I do not think she is to bright as you would think she would get the hit. My mom says she just loves me so much and wants to be friends and will not give up. Mom says it is cause she is a terrier, and Irish which makes her stubborn. Mom says she will never leave me alone until I decide to be friends. That does not make sense cause once I become her friend then she will want to hang out with me. If you ask me it is a no win situation. My St Patricks Day wish is Abbey would finally realize I do not like her.
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