No, that's not for me. When an old and dear friend visited me at the cottage last month, she said she would be bringing another mutual friend -- didn't ask, just announced. Fine, I thought, although this other friend and I had been estranged for many years.
But when they arrived, out jumped friend # 2's dog! "You brought your dog!" I exclaimed. Why would anyone just bring along a dog without asking if it would be OK? Frankly, it wasn't OK with me. I would never just bring along a pet to someone's gathering.
"Nancy, you made her cry," said friend # 1. WTF?! "She thought because you used to have a dog, you'd be thrilled to meet hers."
No. The reason I no longer have a dog is because I don't want a dog. Otherwise I would have bought one when the first died. When we first moved to Calgary, daughter asked if it would be OK if they brought their dog to our place. I said no, it would not be OK. She respected that and her dogs have never been inside our home.
The admonishment from friend # 1 continued when we met for dinner in Ottawa before flying back. "Look, quit criticizing me for objecting to her dog," I finally snapped. Apparently, because friend # 2 had battled cancer, everyone was supposed to accept and accommodate anything and everything she did. Sorry, call me harsh, but I am not like that.
So, I'll love you, but not your dog.
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