Well, I had a little dog growing up. I loved that dog. It was my dog. I took care of that dog. Then we had to move, and we couldn’t have pets in our Condo. My dad gave away the dog without letting anyone know. We didn’t even get to say goodbye. It kinda makes me sad just thinking about it. I think I was so hurt that I decided not to like dogs or pets after that.
Fast forward 15 years, I meet my wife. They have dogs. She loves dogs. They’ve had them all their lives. I honestly wasn’t a big fan of their dogs. I think I was pretty heartless when Buster – their cat had to be put down. I didn’t win too many sympathy points for that. I remember the day too – 09.10.01.
A year into marriage, we ended up getting a German Short-haired Pointer that we named Koa. Koa is my dog. He’s got boundless energy – just like me. I love this dog. Well, I learned to love this dog. We got him when he was an annoying little puppy. We’ve had him for 8 years now.
Hula – is our other dog. She’s a German Shepherd mix. She looks like a wolf to us. She’s a rescue. We have a love/hate relationships. She’s definitely DC’s dog. She absolutely beautiful and scary all at the same time. She really can hula.
For the longest time, I held on to my “I’m not a dog fan” identity. I didn’t want to have anything to do with them. I have since gotten to know these dogs, and they have changed my identity. I really have a social connection with these dogs. They don’t know that I Never Used to Like Dogs.