Hi guys, I know I can talk to you guys about this and you'll totally understand me, everyone here feels the same way about their bulldogs, and love them as much as I do, and we can't all be crazy. I am curious to know if anyone else has this experience or problem with their family members or friends who come to the house. I have a problem with my mom, My mom thinks I've lost my mind and thinks I'm totally crazy. I can't talk to her about my dogs at all. She's an Interior Designer, and thinks dogs should be outside. She tells me my dogs are the ugliest things she's ever seen, and she calls them beasts. She thinks that it's disgusting to come to my house because of their shedding. I have 1 sister, she likes dogs, but has bad allergies and has had asthma from a child, when she comes to my house she always needs her inhaler after about 10 minutes because I also have a cat which she is highly allergic too. I have 3 brothers and my oldest brother just rescued a Bichon named Teddy, he's so cute. My mom still feels the same way, but Bichons are small, and they don't shed and are hypo-allergenic, so she doesn't really say much, my youngest brother bought a Golden Lab for my niece for her 3rd Birthday, and Duke is a beautiful dog but he sheds like crazy too, and my Mom says it ruins his house. My middle brother also loves dogs, but has a small son, works a lot, has a new house, and he wants a big dog. His wife who he's been with for over 10 years has a Jack Russell that is getting on in years, it was her dog when she was a teenager, and lived at home, but her parents are so attached to him, and he only gets home cooked food, plus he's not very good with children, and my nephew is only 2 and it bits him, so my sister in law leaves the dog with her parents. My brother says although he loves dogs, and he would like one, they don't have a big house, and they don't have time. He loves my dogs though. I don't understand my mom, she gets so upset when I talk about my dogs, and she doesn't want to hear my stories about them, she thinks I'm totally insane, and what makes it even worse for her is that I have 2 dogs. When I explain to her how much I love them, or how happy they make me feel she says I'm crazy and obsessed, and I need to stop. I tell her my kids are grown, 32 and 34, and I waited over 10 years for an EB, I love the breed, I am a dog lover, and they truly make me happy. She just doesn't get it, and says I should give them away, that she can't come to my house because she feels these dogs are huge beasts, that slobber everywhere, ( my dogs don't slobber at all actually, but they are big lickers, they love to kiss us, and she thinks that's disgusting), and she says she can't come there dressed in anything nice because of their shedding. And don't even get her started on the subject of money, she thinks I spend too much on their food, she thinks I'm nuts for giving them the supplements I do, and the cost of what I paid for them, plus their vet bills. I also belong to a bully meetup here in Ontario, and we take them and meet other bully parents, it's so much fun, but she says I'm ridiculous, and I choose dogs over people. That's so ridiculous, I'm meeting other people with dogs just like mine, I have lots of friends, and they love my dogs too. It does hurt me, but I try not to let it bother me. I love my dogs, they are my fur babies, and a part of my family, and so I try to ignore it for the most part. I'm happy with my dogs, and I feel sorry that she doesn't have that love, she's missing out, but it does get hard sometimes when she criticizes or says things like oh get rid of those beasts, or they're ruining your house with the hair and scratching the wood floors. I can't even tell her about this site, she goes over the edge, and says I've become obsessed, and I'm cuckoo. That's why I love this site, I can talk to you guys, share my funny and sad stories, and my adventures with Dozer and Blossom, and I can hear about all your guys stories, we help each other, and learn from each other, and only we understand what each others dogs mean to us. I think we are the lucky ones, and I couldn't imagine life without these guys, so if I'm certifiably crazy, then please lock me up and throw away the key, but lock me up with my babies, and I'll be happy.
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