Sunday, February 27, 2011

Confession Time Again

 This is Confession Time.... the time when we can say things that we wouldn't normally admit and no one can fuss at you about it.  :)

I hate Faith. No, not the "assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen" ---  the dog.

Yes, I hate Faith the Dog.  She's just not my cup of tea.  We got her for the boys, and it has worked out great.  Joey isn't afraid of her at all, although if he doesn't swiftly learn how not to hit her on the head he might get to be afraid of her. 

But me, nope.... I could take her or leave her, preferably leave her.  I certainly wouldn't run into a burning building for Faith (why is that my standard for everything???) but I maybe would for my Stella.

Stella was with me back when I had nothing-- no kids, no purpose, nothing to do....  I'm not debating the godliness of my previous feelings, I'm just stating the way it felt at the time.  Stella was my cohort, my friend, my companion.  She walked around the house with me; she didn't demand anything but she was just there, being my friend, even when I got fed up with her eating the sprinkler heads and let her have it.  She still loved me.

Yep, she's my bud.  She knows what I want, and she obeys me really well. 

But Faith is just dumb.  She's fat looking (Marcus and Tim disagree with me about that, but she just doesn't have Stella's sleek physique, so she must be fat) and she's just dumb.  Dumb and stupid.  People say, "Well, why don't you just get rid of her?"  Well, I don't have to like her, do I?  I make sure she is fed, has food and water, and I'm never rude to her.  If I tell her she's dumb and stupid I make sure I do it in a sweet tone of voice so that she won't know what's really going on.

And Joey likes her.  He can get Faith to do anything.  She loves him and he likes her well enough.  I don't believe my parents loved all my cats... well, at the end, they might have loved Milky Way just as much as I did, which wasn't much.  I feel so evil about that, but Ivy still teases me about when she came to me, oh so gently, to tell me Milky Way was dead, and I said, "Really?!"  I know.... I was immature and unloving, but she had gotten to be SO annoying.  She would scratch on my window at night and keep me awake.  Yes, it was my fault because I hadn't fed her, but I just wasn't going to since her food was in a bag, on the back porch, in a smoker, and it was infested with giant roaches.  I don't know about you, but I don't put my arm into something crawling with giant roaches.  I hardly even touch the vacuum handle if the vacuum has sucked up a giant roach.  It's just not for me.

But Faith.... her food isn't infested, and she doesn't have fleas, but still, I just don't like her.

This was Confession Time.  If anyone has a confession, please, feel free to leave it in the comments.  I won't fuss at you.  :)


  1. You want my confession? You wont fuss at me??

    Alright, I HATE BOTH YOUR DOGS!!!!!!!!



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