Dog, Not Necessarily Joanna's Best Friend

I've always wanted to have a pet, but I think the "retarded," okay fine - not retarded, but untrained family dog I grew up with kind of bit that dream up... along with the chunk of meat from my foot when I accidentally stepped on his tail. How was I to know he was lying on the floor smack right in front of me on the couch?

Needless to say, the little punishment (and I say little lightly because he actually got smacked so hard that he flew and hit the wall) he received from my father for taking that chomp on me tarnished our relationship forever. He never greeted me, obeyed me, or showed me any love or affection ever again. It was like we were strangers living under the same roof - I was dead to him and I dreaded his existence since we would have no contact except for me occasionally stepping in his piss or shit and having to clean it. Damn, untrained dog, I tell you.

Well anyway, it seems that I've finally overcome the fear and I've decided to get a puppy of my own. Wish me luck I guess?

In the next edition, I'll disclose my not-so-secret reason for getting the dog-bug.

Smell you later!