I know it’s not the most exciting thing to hear, but I have a hard time not seeing it as a story. This was the case for me when I was a young child; I never thought I’d see my father with a dog. Well, I did.
Oh, you did. He was the one who owned a dog. My mom did not. We had a terrible pet situation at home, and I don’t think my father ever had a pet of any kind. He seemed to tolerate dogs in a way that my mother did not. He had a couple cats, which I can still remember because she would spend hours picking out which one was black and which one was white.
It’s so apparent in these few words that I can’t believe it. “Dog ate contact lenses” is a perfect example of why dog owners are so confused by this story.
That dog was not your father. Dog ate contact lenses is a perfect example of why dog owners are so confused by this story. It makes the idea that a dog could have eaten your father and kept it from your eyes a pretty scary one. Its also why my mother’s pet situation was such a disaster. I love dogs, but I’ve never been so scared by a dog as by my mother’s.
The story of my childhoods is one of the reasons why dog owners are so confused by this story. I was always afraid of dogs that could bite me. My parents had a dog named Bea who was one of the meanest dogs I have ever met. That dog was my best friend. And then there was my mother. She was the worst dog I ever knew. But then there were all the other dogs.
I remember the first time I saw Bea. I was walking our puppy down a hallway with my parents as I was going to school. I heard a high whimper and I looked into the hallway. And that dog was standing in the corner with its head in the corner and its tongue hanging out.
That was me. When I saw Bea, I froze in place and didn’t move. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but I was sure it wasn’t going to bite me. Then my mom walked into the hallway and she looked at me and said, “What did you do now?” I said, “I just stared at her, I didn’t see her bite me.” And that was that.
Even though I am currently a junior in high school, the last time I saw a dog bite someone, I was nine years old. But you can always count on me to not make a big deal out of something like that, since my family has been dog-eat-dog for a long time and I have grown up with people who are dog-eat-dog and I know how it feels.
To be honest, I don’t even think it’s fair to blame the dog. And that’s not because I’m an asshole, that’s simply because I am not aware of my own tendency to bite people. But I do think that the person who was bitten should get some blame for it because it’s her fault.
My dad is a huge fan of the film Home Alone 2: Lost in New York and has always made a point to let me and my brother watch it, which is something I don’t want to do, but it’s something that I can’t stop myself from doing. I have a very strong sense of how much I like him, so I dont even have to convince him.