HOW I MAGICALLY REUNITED WITH MY PREVIOUS DOG LOVING SENTIMENTS

If you know me, you know that I am by no means an animal lover, especially a dog lover. I am an individual who likes peace and quiet in their home. I like to read, think, sleep, pretend to be sleeping, and do all sorts of other things that involve silence. Therefore dogs are by far the most annoying animals to me. They bark all the time, constantly jump on you, need to be taken for walks, and worst of all, you have to clean up after them when they make on the neighbor’s lawn. 

Gross.

One day everything changed. Something semi tragic happened and against my grandparents wishes I volunteered to take two dogs into our home. It was all for good reason. The dogs were going to be let loose in the park. I won’t get into the nitty gritty but what was I supposed to do when I discovered this? Say 'Tough luck, peace,' or 'I have been chilling at home for the past few weeks but I’m too busy to help you out?' So I said yes.

After volunteering to take the dogs in my grandmother began to worry that after 55 years my grandfather was going to divorce her. 'Please,' I said, 'I think that I was more trouble growing up than any 2 dogs and why would he ever divorce someone who cooks so well?' At that point she had no words.

So I drove to the Bronx to pick up the dogs. They weren’t in very good condition to be honest and at first I didn’t really want to touch them. Then I asked myself, 'What diseases do dogs carry? Syphilis, gonorrhea?' I didn’t think any were possible, so I took them home.

To my delight the dogs were behaving so well, running around the house like a cute little couple. I began to feel warm inside. 'How bizarre,' I thought. 'Do I actually like these dogs? Can’t be.'

 I resumed with my daily activities but couldn't keep the dogs off my mind. I wanted to take them for walks in the park, feed them dog desert from Petco and give them bows. But my grandmother wouldn't let me bring them into the kitchen while she cooked and my grandmother ALWAYS cooks. 

“Biancaaaaa, wake up," my grandmother screamed at 8am one morning. "The dogs need to be walked. This is your responsibility Bianca. They have been barking.” Was this the type of thing people with dogs did? Wake up at 8am? 

The walk wasn't so bad actually. I quite enjoyed running around the block with two little dogs and it couldn't be bad exercise. I thought about keeping them but knew my grandparents would throw a fit at the mention. They would disown me before taking the dogs in for good. 

So after a day of tears, sweat and anxiety attacks and with the help of good friends, I found the dogs nice families. We cleaned them up as if we were groomers and sent them on their merry way. I won’t go into detail about the grooming of the canines. Luckily the dogs weren’t too angry and neither was the friend helping me out. 

I  wish I didn't lose the before and after pictures, sorry.