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For majority of my life, I pretty much did not like dogs. It wasn't anything against them it was just I had a terrible fear when it came to them. Also, my mom never liked animals either and wouldn't let us get one. Of course, in my adult years I've learned to deal with my phobia and have a different perspective on them.

I even had someone who use to be a really close friend get me to basically dog sit for her. It's actually a really funny story. So, this was before I had gotten pregnant with my first son, and my baby's father and I were together. My friend at the time had me under the impression that she was going to pay me for watching her dog. So, I agreed to do it.

Now the dog was given to her by her boyfriend, so that was their dog even though she had him most of the time. He was this gorgeous blue eyed red nose Pitbull, and so tiny because he was still a baby. We'll just call him Bear.

My family and my baby's father loved that dog so much, he called him his son, even though he was a little nuts. So, the story behind that is, every time Bear would come back from the boyfriend's house, he would start doing all these bizarre things. If I'm honest, I was kind of scared by that dog even though he was smaller than me. He was not trained at the time, so he was getting really aggressive and when he was in my care, sometimes I had no choice but to lock him in his little doggie bag because that's the only thing I had to keep him restricted from biting anyone or anything. He would not let anyone walk in front of him or he would start barking and try to bite. He even put a patch in the bathroom wall. Truth be told that dog ran everybody including his owners.

One day when I was watching him, I woke up to a surprise. Now when Bear poops, he likes to drag his legs around. He never sat still when had to go, so he left drops of poop all over my room, even under my bed. Thankfully I had hardwood floors. My baby's father comes over so that he can pick something up from my house. I show him the poop all over the floor and ask if he can help clean it up since he claims the dog is basically his son. Needless to say, that was the beginning of me getting familiar with my son's fathers' backside as he walks away.

So later on, in the day my friend wanted me to come with her somewhere. I agreed and told my sister to clean up the poop and watch the dog for me and I'll bring her back a bag of chips. Man, did I hustle her. But my friend pulled up with three other girls, who all are basically her family. Now I was already irritated with her because I was still watching this demon dog, and she still hadn't paid me yet. I kept my composure because I felt like it wasn't right to make a big deal and that she would eventually pay me. Here's where I start to lose my cool. I don't have any money at the time to get my sister the chips. So, I ask my friend, "Can you get me a bag of chips?" This girl tells me, "No." So, I reply by saying, "Oh, so I can buy you groceries, but you can't even buy me a bag of chips?"

Mind you, I had bought this girl a cart of groceries recently, so I felt some type of way about her answer. This is when she tries to say she was just joking, and I didn't have to say that. When both the other girls leave, I explain to her what the bag of chips was for, and she gets them. She never paid me for dog sitting. This was the beginning of the end of our friendship.

Long story short, even though I don't like dogs, when I finally got the chance to be around one it showed me the true colors of everyone around me, including myself. The people in my circle weren't as good for me as I thought, and I was a bitch, for lack of a better word. I was selfish by having a baby with someone who I already knew wouldn't amount to anything in my life, and I was wrong for still being friends with somebody who I knew deep down inside I could not stand. That short experience taught me to love animals including dogs because they could really bring out the best or the worst in people.