Originally Posted by Plabebob

This! For my birthday this year my oh got up & sorted the dog thus allowing me to lie in till.....wait for it.... 9am woop! This morning I overslept by only 10 minutes & when I got downstairs tron had pooed in his crate. Result: I was half an hour late for work cause I was cleaning up poop. The worst thing, however, was knowing that the poor puppy was left crying & sitting in poo while I was asleep

Originally Posted by classixuk

We're going to ignore all of the so called 'good points' about having a dog in this thread...you obviously know what they are, otherwise you wouldn't be here.

In this thread, we're going to discuss the truth. The stuff that can wear you down and make you feel like giving up...and then eventually doing just that!

Originally Posted by Iwannadog

Did you read my mind!?
I've wanted a dog for such a long time and for the past few weeks have been starting to do some research, however, as I already knew working fulltime it's never going to work (I'm hoping to change the job situation soon, but that's another story!)
So I decided to de-sensitise myself to dogs and stop obsessing over EVERY dog I see - I can't help it So I decided to start thinking about all the bad bits about dogs, so I'm now going to read through the rest of this thread and hopefully be cured.

Originally Posted by cutekiaro1

I thought this poem relates to this thread and really says it all in one


Do I Go Home Today?



My family brought me home cradled in their arms.

They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.

They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.

I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.

The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.

They even let me sleep with them - all snuggled in the sheets.

I used to go for walks, often several times a day.

They even fought to hold the leash, I'm proud to say.

These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory.

I now live in the shelter - without my family.

They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.

But I didn't know the difference between the old ones and the new.

The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.

So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed on the bathroom rug.

They said I was out of control, and would have to live outside.

This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.

The walks stopped, one by one; they said they didn't have time.

I wish that I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.

My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.

I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.

So they brought me to the shelter, but where embarassed to say why,

They said I caused an allergy, and they each kissed me goodbye.

If I'd only had some classes, as a little pup.

I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.

"You only have one day left." I heard the worker say.

Does that mean I have a second chance? Do I Go Home Today?