I’m really not a dog person. I don’t want to be jumped on, licked, or humped, without invitation. Dog are smelly. They’re needy. They’re noisy. They’re chaotic and messy. They don’t bury their poop.
I’m not really into chaos, noise, mess and poop. It’s not that I’m a crazy neat freak or anything. My desk is usually somewhat messy. It’s just that dogs impose so much, you know? I have boundaries that dogs simply don’t understand or care about.
Yes, yes, I understand that dogs have their own particular joys. Just like babies (which, it must be admitted, can be far more obnoxious than dogs, and I went ahead and had THREE of them). Man’s best friend, unconditional love, keeping the coyotes at bay, whatever.
Fine for you. I’m just not a dog person.
So what would happen, hypothetically, if I were to meet and quite like a dog guy? Would I let the dog be a deal breaker? If all else were promising, I’d be nuts to let the dog decide things, right?
But what if the dog were a burly, boisterous mid-sized canine who loves to jump and lick and bark? A dog that definitely doesn’t give a fig about my boundaries?
Would I get all uptight about it? Or would my growing affection for Mr Dog Guy allow those boundaries to soften? Would I perhaps start to embrace the noise and chaos? Start to relax into the exuberance and lickiness?