Dog Conspiracy.

So I never grew up with a dog. I don't really know what to do with myself when a four legged friend approaches. But apparently they know what to do with me.

Now, I'm not really a big animal person in general. They just seem like a lot of work and I'm not a huge fan of hair or slobber. Or the smell that accompanies most animals. But dang it, dogs are growing on me. I hate to say it, but it's true.

It all started with a German short hair pointer that I watched, much to some of my friend's surprise, last year. It was incredibly well-behaved, relatively odor free and a great walking partner. I try to be polite when a guest in someone's home, and if they have a dog that means not running or shouting when they bombard you. And let me tell you, I am a magnet. I swear they pick me out. It's got to be some sort of conspiracy.

I was at Prudhomme's house and Kota could not get enough of me. I was greeted rather aggressively at the door, and awkwardly tried to get him to stop jumping. I always just end up half-falling, half-walking, flinching and blinking, trying to be assertive while whispering commands they've probably never heard before. Let's just say it doesn't usually go well. I sat down and he continued to lick my hand and sniff me. I politely rubbed his head a few times in the hopes he'd leave. But he stayed. To avoid the hot, sticky, wet tongue, I continued to play with his ears as we chatted in the living room. He was kinda soft. And it was kind of fun playing with his ears.

I don't think I'll be running off to the pet store anytime soon. But dogs are everywhere. And they love me, so I might as well get used to it. Shoot, at this rate maybe I'll even own a dog someday.

Until then, if you keep it up dogs, you'll wiggle, shed and slobber your way into my heart, which has probably been your plan from the beginning.