I'm not a dog person....or a cat person for that matter. Never had one growing up. Never wanted one as an adult.
I know it's a weird hang up and I want my children to love animals....so we got a Boston Terrier puppy last year, Obi. Surprisingly, I have really grown to love the little guy....but he still gets on my nerves a little.
Obi
I had to give you a little background info for my current story. I am dog sitting my sister's 8 month old boxer, Jupiter, for 8 days. Me (the self proclaimed "not a dog person") dog sitting a giant puppy for over a week....while we're remodeling our house.
Let me make sure you understand. 2 puppies, 4 kids, living in construction chaos...and did I mention it's been raining?!
Jupiter
It wasn't.
It rained while I was gone. Water collect in the poor dog's crate...she was standing in about 5 inches of water! The night before I put a maroon colored blanket inside so she would be comfortable. It colored the water hot pink and dyed her paws!
I felt horrible.
I had to carry a giant wet hot pink boxer puppy to the bath and scrub her down. Let me tell you, it was a sight to see. I'm sure my boys learned a few choice words I spewed off during the ordeal.
I will never be asked to dog sit again.



