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And they know you know. And if they don't, I'll just say something like, 'So, what were you thinking? What's your problem? Where is the love in your heart? I need to know, because this doesn't make any sense.' So she'd be, like, 'Well, that's not true, Mom, there was no sex involved.' And I'd be, like, 'Well, why not, if that's what you want? I'm not going to tell you, I'm just not, OK?'" —Gretchen. I was like, 'Dude, get a dog. I'm trying to have sex with her.' We're really cool now. I do like the dog. I like that we have fun together. And I like the dog a lot. It's like a relationship. It's fun.
I'll never forget the day they brought their first dog home. I was 10. I took care of it for a few months until I could make some money. Then I got it into my apartment and lived with it. My roommates were really impressed by this dog and they really wanted to adopt it.
In the back of my mind, I was a little concerned about the potential problems of having a dog in my home. I had my reasons. As a child I had been sexually abused, and at age eight I started having sex. I never thought I'd have the same thing happen to my son. In fact, I'd be so proud that he would never want to have sex.
After I had the dog, my friends and family wanted to know what kind of dog it was. I would say, 'Well, it's a mixed breed dog,' or, 'I don't know. It's a cross-breed,' or, 'I think it's a German shepherd.' I'd think, 'Oh, my God, how am I going to tell people about this?'Then the kids would be, 'We want a dog too,' and we would have to come up with a good story.
The dog came to live with us a few days after I turned 12. He was about 6 months old, and my mother called him Bruno. My mother had an older son and a daughter from a previous marriage, and the older son would go to the local store, get into an argument with the cashier, and come home with the dog.
My older brother came home one day with a dog. We were all shocked, but my parents knew nothing about dogs and the younger one just got up and started playing. I went to the back door and there was Bruno. We got him off the street, and he started jumping up on us. My mom was horrified at this. She was afrd he'd bite someone.
I was excited to have a new dog, but I was concerned because I didn't know if Bruno would like my brother. He was about Bruno's size. I would watch Bruno, and he was not interested in my brother at all. My brother seemed to think that Bruno was a huge puppy and he could trn him like I could trn a cat. We were going out on a weekend with our mother, and I had a friend over so we could show off our puppy.
We had gone out to our neighbors' house for a party and we got back a few hours later. They were surprised that we had a dog, and I got them to play with Bruno. My friend was able to get him off of me and was really excited.
She sd, 'I can't believe you're a dog trner! I can't believe that you got a dog at 12 years old!' I couldn't wt to get home and see my dog. He looked so cute sleeping in my pillow, and I had so much fun with him. I was amazed at how gentle he was and how much he loved people.
When I got home, my mom was furious. She sd, 'I told you Bruno would bite somebody! He just bit my toe! And now he's eating your dog's food.' I sd, 'Mom, you don't understand. My dog, my dog, and I. Bruno was my dog, and my dog was me.'
She was shocked. 'Well, then he must be going crazy. Why are you calling him your dog? He is your dog. You have two dogs.' She had a point, and I would have to admit that Bruno was more my dog than my brother's.
I took Bruno out every day to go to the park. We would walk, run, and play with other dogs, and Bruno would always let my brother win the games. When it rned, I'd get him to walk on the leash with me. I took Bruno everywhere with me. I took him to the park, to the pool, and to school. I took Bruno everywhere I went.
When I wasn't with Bruno, I kept him with my other family dog, a golden retriever, Buddy, because Buddy always seemed more calm. He would always sit still and do what I told him. He was a really good dog.
I was so proud of the way he could sit on command, stay, and lay down. I'd been wanting to get a dog since I was 12. My family had a golden retriever, but he was really temperamental. I'd tried to trn him to get through that stage, but the only thing he ever wanted to do was bite.
One day, I was on the phone with my mom, and Bruno wandered over to me. He grabbed my phone and I yelled for my mom. It was one of those times when I realized that Bruno was a very strong dog, and it was all over. My mom came running up and she was furious with Bruno.
She was shocked that I had allowed Bruno to get so far away from me. She made him stay in the back yard and gave him a good, long punishment. When my mother was mad at us, we had to walk Bruno back and forth between the two of us, and we had to apologize. I would