These judgments and denouncements are ridiculous, especially considering we are in an age that champions inclusion and acceptance.
It appears that we live in a society in which our personalities and distastes are warning signs. This is entirely unfair and my indignation cannot be kept quiet. Do we not believe in diversity anymore? Dog haters are the rare group that isn’t encouraged to embrace its “difference.” Instead, the entire collective is deemed appalling. One of the things that makes humanity so beautiful is the difference in opinions and backgrounds amongst people everywhere. One Quora member wrote that finding out someone he knows doesn’t like dogs “is a warning signal that something is wrong with this person, and I would avoid them.” A quick Google search on disliking dogs leads to a downward spiral into the inner workings of online forums where people opine with zero restraints under the disguise of an internet persona. Dog disdain is met with stigmatization and shock. It’s not just potential romantic prospects that don’t trust someone who doesn’t like dogs. One time on a first date (after listening to 20 minutes of stories about his little Brewster’s obedience class updates), a guy got very serious with me as he whispered, “You just can’t trust a dog hater.” I sipped my drink with a smirk and quipped, “But what if they like doggy style?” He nearly choked. The number of Tinder profiles I’ve come across with the cringe-inducing “That’s my dog” bios referencing dog-owner personality shots has made me realize even more emphatically how rare I am to not be interested in swiping right. I think dogs are smelly, unclean, annoying and, ultimately, too much work. I just have different priorities than dog-lovers do. This is where I feel like I need to make a promise: I swear I am not a cold-hearted freak. It is a colossal waste of my money and energy. The thought of having to care for a creature that can’t even hold a conversation with me is not enticing. Maybe it’s my inner introvert talking, but I don’t want to come home to a dog sticking its nose in my business and begging for attention. On top of that, dogs never leave you alone. Maintenance of their hygiene requires time and money that I do not have. You can literally smell when someone owns a furry creature. Romy required way too much work, and she stripped me of my independence.Īfter owning her for two years, I realized the undeniable: Most dogs are dirty and smelly. I was - and am - in a state of my life in which I would rather interact with real humans than play fetch with furry neighbors at the dog park. Quite frankly, Romy needed way too much attention, which I simply did not have enough to give. Standing outside in the freezing cold every morning with a doggie bag in my hand while awaiting some fresh, warm animal poo didn’t give me a rush of excitement that an owner might feel. Hearing her aggressive howl mid-morning to be taken outside for a walk didn’t exactly motivate me to feel love and affection.
Instead of adoration, I felt excessive apathy. Quite frankly, we Gallardos are simply not pet people. Her name was Romy and she quickly became the family chore as opposed to the family friend. My family attempted to adopt a Bernese Mountain Dog when I was eight. My disdain for dogs comes from how I grew up. No, I do not like dogs, and no, I am not a cold-blooded monster. I’m tired of having to apologize for my opinions or mitigate the intensity of my feelings just to appease the puppy-crazed masses. Those that are decidedly disinterested in four legged-friends are stigmatized outsiders. Supposedly, humanity rests in pet adoration.
“Are you even human?” they’ll ponder after watching me remain indifferent in the presence of a palm-sized pooch. “How can that be possible?” friends and strangers alike always ask me. Here’s the thing: I hate dogs.Ĭue the inevitable cries of shock, disgust, and terror. You will not catch me cooing every time a furry four-legged beast comes my way. From the endless Instagram dog accounts to the bulldogs stopping traffic on the streets, they’re everywhere I turn.
These furry creatures already get enough attention without an official 365-day period of dedication. 2018 is almost over, and with it will come the end of the year of the dog.
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