A dog ruined my dinner...
An apology to dog lovers everywhere, I am not among your ranks.
My troubles with dogs go back to a very early age. As a child I wanted a dog. My mother didn't have a problem with that, but my father did. You see my father made his living in the apartment business. That's a nice way of saying "landlord". My guess is that he had seen the damage that a dog (or cat) could do, hence the rule "NO PETS". Not an easy thing to explain to a child, and rather than be a hypocrite that rule was applied to our home as well. Fish were OK, so that's what I got.
But I still wanted a dog until the neighbor's dog bit me. It was my fault, I was playing with his tail. I was probably about 8. The next dog related tragedy occured a few years later. My best friend had gotten a dog. Hot Wheels were all the rage, and I had taken my collection to his house to play. Rather than pack everything up, since I was going back the next day, we left everything out. That night the dog got into the basement, and chewed the wheels off a bunch of the cars. Two things happened after that. I never spoke to him again, and I never wanted a dog again.
Years passed, and I went into the family business. Then it all made sense. NO PETS!!! A year or so after I got married, my wife (now ex) said she wanted a dog. I couldn't hold the line and finally caved, under the condition that she takes care of the dog. So guess who had to take the dog to puppy training? I have to admit dachshund puppies are about the cutest things in the world. Almost two years passed, and we had our first child. She had the baby on her lap, and the dog jumped up and nipped at him. She said we (meaning I) had to get rid of the dog. I damn near cried.
More years passed, and we had a second child. Then came the all too familiar whine, I want another dog. A second dachshund. We were never good at training dogs (long before the dog whisperer was ever heard of) and after a couple years of frustration, the final straw came during the holidays when the dog chewed up a new toy my son had gotten for Christmas. Oh the memories! And once again, she said we (meaning I) had to get rid of the dog. I felt like shit.
A few years later, her brother had this black lab. He was moving and couldn't keep the dog. I said no! I took my son to the hockey game, and when I came home, there was the dog. That dog never liked me, but that was fine with me because the feeling was mutual. One day I had someone over to the house and was showing him around. We were in the basement talking when the guy stopped mid sentence and pointed down. The fucking dog was pissing on the rug. It wasn't long after that that my wife decided she wanted a divorce. As long as she took the dog, and good ridance to both of them.
Oh yeah, my dinner. Fortunately my new wife is allergic to dogs (among other things) so I'm already one step ahead of the game. Her dad has two dogs. Middle of the afternoon the phone rings. One of the dog's had a bloody nose. This wouldn't be a problem, except many years ago my father-in-law was given the choice to give up drinking or driving. So he gave up driving, which meant my wife had to run out to take him and the dog to the vet. Well they got there, and the vet said it was going to take a while, so they left the dog and she brought her dad back to the house. This was just after 4PM.
Before you get the wrong impression, I'm not one of those caveman types, who expects his wife to have dinner on the table when he gets home. I'm not quite that petty and selfish. This is a case of making a plan and having it foiled by outside forces, and the disappointment that follows. She was going to try a new recepie, and it sounded really good. She said she'd cook when she got back, so I made myself a salad.
They didn't leave the house til 6:30, and she didn't get home for over an hour. By that time she was tired and didn't feel like cooking. Wish she had told me that before she left.
I get cranky when I'm hungry, but I can't really be angry with her.
I blame the dog!!
UPDATE: I got my dinner, albeit a day late. YUMMY! grilled chicken with ratatouille like veggies.
An apology to dog lovers everywhere, I am not among your ranks.
My troubles with dogs go back to a very early age. As a child I wanted a dog. My mother didn't have a problem with that, but my father did. You see my father made his living in the apartment business. That's a nice way of saying "landlord". My guess is that he had seen the damage that a dog (or cat) could do, hence the rule "NO PETS". Not an easy thing to explain to a child, and rather than be a hypocrite that rule was applied to our home as well. Fish were OK, so that's what I got.
But I still wanted a dog until the neighbor's dog bit me. It was my fault, I was playing with his tail. I was probably about 8. The next dog related tragedy occured a few years later. My best friend had gotten a dog. Hot Wheels were all the rage, and I had taken my collection to his house to play. Rather than pack everything up, since I was going back the next day, we left everything out. That night the dog got into the basement, and chewed the wheels off a bunch of the cars. Two things happened after that. I never spoke to him again, and I never wanted a dog again.
Years passed, and I went into the family business. Then it all made sense. NO PETS!!! A year or so after I got married, my wife (now ex) said she wanted a dog. I couldn't hold the line and finally caved, under the condition that she takes care of the dog. So guess who had to take the dog to puppy training? I have to admit dachshund puppies are about the cutest things in the world. Almost two years passed, and we had our first child. She had the baby on her lap, and the dog jumped up and nipped at him. She said we (meaning I) had to get rid of the dog. I damn near cried.
More years passed, and we had a second child. Then came the all too familiar whine, I want another dog. A second dachshund. We were never good at training dogs (long before the dog whisperer was ever heard of) and after a couple years of frustration, the final straw came during the holidays when the dog chewed up a new toy my son had gotten for Christmas. Oh the memories! And once again, she said we (meaning I) had to get rid of the dog. I felt like shit.
A few years later, her brother had this black lab. He was moving and couldn't keep the dog. I said no! I took my son to the hockey game, and when I came home, there was the dog. That dog never liked me, but that was fine with me because the feeling was mutual. One day I had someone over to the house and was showing him around. We were in the basement talking when the guy stopped mid sentence and pointed down. The fucking dog was pissing on the rug. It wasn't long after that that my wife decided she wanted a divorce. As long as she took the dog, and good ridance to both of them.
Oh yeah, my dinner. Fortunately my new wife is allergic to dogs (among other things) so I'm already one step ahead of the game. Her dad has two dogs. Middle of the afternoon the phone rings. One of the dog's had a bloody nose. This wouldn't be a problem, except many years ago my father-in-law was given the choice to give up drinking or driving. So he gave up driving, which meant my wife had to run out to take him and the dog to the vet. Well they got there, and the vet said it was going to take a while, so they left the dog and she brought her dad back to the house. This was just after 4PM.
Before you get the wrong impression, I'm not one of those caveman types, who expects his wife to have dinner on the table when he gets home. I'm not quite that petty and selfish. This is a case of making a plan and having it foiled by outside forces, and the disappointment that follows. She was going to try a new recepie, and it sounded really good. She said she'd cook when she got back, so I made myself a salad.
They didn't leave the house til 6:30, and she didn't get home for over an hour. By that time she was tired and didn't feel like cooking. Wish she had told me that before she left.
I get cranky when I'm hungry, but I can't really be angry with her.I blame the dog!!
UPDATE: I got my dinner, albeit a day late. YUMMY! grilled chicken with ratatouille like veggies.
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