Doormat. Gave it to my boss, card explained it was so she’d have something else to walk all over and included my resignation effective immediately.

It wasn’t me, it was my grandmother. See, we’d always had guns and hunted. She was by far the best shot in a family of good marksmen and women. She never was into it, though. Sure, she’d cook game, but never did much like hunting. She limited her shooting to cans and small fruit at a long distance or an occasional turkey shoot target. She never missed, but her love was sewing.

That’s why when my grandfather bought her a very nice shotgun for her birthday she was livid. She knew that he’d really sneakily bought himself a nice gun. Her birthday was near Thanksgiving. When Christmas rolled around, she bought him a VERY nice sewing machine and some things to go with it.

There was a dead branch in my yard I wanted to cut down so I needed an axe. We also have a rat problem , so ran to Home Depot for a quick fix to each problem. Quickly walking to checkout and on the way there was a stand with a sale on duct tape. Sure we always need that so without thinking grabbed one of those too. So I ended up at the cashier with only 3 items on the belt: duct tape, rat poison and an axe. The cashier did a double take and asked if she “needed to ne concerned”.

I’m sure I’m still on some kind of list.

Your pug cannot breathe properly. Your poodle has joint pain. You are promoting genetic mutations that cause unbearable suffering to animals because you think its cute.

You drag them around, keep them in tiny apartments and make yourself the center of their lives to the point that they have anxiety every time you leave for work, you do this to validate yourself and yet you are not treating them with the respect they deserve.

Find a healthy breed, give it a home with space, and companions, ideally outside of a cramped noisy city, raise it properly and respect it as sentient being, or don't have a dog.