I feel like I've already written about this, although perhaps it was prior to this writing challenge. Short term memory isn't always my strong suit.
There isn't much that embarrasses me, which doesn't give me a whole lot to confess. As anyone who knows me well or has read my blog for a while knows, I am very open about my life. Personal relationships stay personal, but that's about it. I attempt not to over-share, but am not always successful.
Hmm. Okay. Here goes my attempt at confessing things that don't bother me at all, but may bother others. Does that count? Hope so, because it's going to have to.
- Even if Fox hadn't gotten sick with cancer, I had no plans whatsoever to neuter him. He didn't have papers and wasn't show dog material even if he was; he absolutely had field potential and that is what he was bred for. Elhew through and through. I am an extremely responsible dog owner and he had very, very few undesirable behaviors that seem to be expected of intact male. I put the time and effort into training him, which included manners in the house, with my dogs, and with dogs in public. His only negative trait is that he was very dominant toward males dogs (especially intact males, for obvious reasons) visiting our house and if he was challenged he would initiate a fight. In public he had no interest in intact males or any other dogs. He was all about meeting people and getting as much attention & love as possible. Fox was a total love sponge. Also, balls don't bother me. Even when a dog has gigantic like his that probably made some human males feel unendowed. Not my problem, dudes.
- One time I spilled some cold coffee on Gatsby's head and never bothered to clean it up. Does this make me a terrible dog owner? It's not like you could see it on his solid liver head anyway.
I can't really think of anything else, so this will have to suffice.
Onto Day 12's topic!