Confessions Thread

[Germanshepherdlova]

Have you ever felt like confessing something? Well, here is a thread to do just that. Your confession can be dog related, or it can be work or school related-anything goes. What is your confession?

[msvette2u]

Heh. I was expecting to see yours...!

[CookieTN]

I feel guilty for reading that practically M-rated fanfiction (it was actually rated T, but IMO it should've been M), since I don't normally read things like that. (Nor do I condone them, unless there was a point to the content.) But I guess I really shouldn't feel guilty because it wasn't like they stuck the mature themes in there just to turn people on. There was an actual point to it. (Point was about teenage pregnancies.)

[Germanshepherdlova]

It is hard for me to make this confession and I have felt horrible about it. When Brutus was a puppy, and it became clear rather quickly that he had aggression issue's, well after he bit me for giving him an order, and he bit me hard-I was bleeding. I was afraid that when he was full grown that he would attack me or one of my kids and so I decided that he had to go.

I called the newspaper, (that is where his breeder had advertised him at to begin with) anyhow, I feel so bad because I put my boy in the Sunday newspaper when he was still a puppy, and people immediately started calling to inquire about him. The first couple who came out to see just loved him, and of course he was on his best behavior for the brief time they were here, but they didn't take him that same day. They were in the process of buying a home and were currently living in an apartment and so they gave us a downpayment and asked us to hold him for a couple weeks.

We held him but my hubby was very upset about me selling Brutus. And when the people wanted to come get him, I didn't have the heart to go through with it. I realized that I loved this crazy dog of mine. So we gave them their money back, and that was about 2 years ago.

I grew up in a home where if a dog didn't fulfill my parents expectations, he was out of there in the blink of an eye. Of course, my parents told me nonstop to get Brutus out of my house, they thought he was possessed. I am glad that I changed my mind and kept him. He isn't perfect and he needs constant training to keep his temper in check but I couldn't imagine life without him.

I hope that if anyone reads this who feels that they can't deal with their dog or if there is any other reason that they can't keep their dog that they will reconsider, and give their dog a chance. I have learned a dog isn't an object, it is an animal who loves, who gets attached, a dog is a part of your family. I am still ashamed of myself for having almost done that, but I am glad that my eyes were opened and I realized that this dog was like my own child. He needed me, and if he takes a lot of attention, training, and patience then so be it!

[GSDolch]

The more I think about it the more I can't come up with anything lol. I am an open book and there isnt something about me that someone doesn't already know. hmmmm, I will really have to think about it.

I prank dialed 911 when I was around 7. That count? lol

[selzer]

I accepted two dogs from people and took them to the pound. It was a no-kill shelter at the time.

I did not want either dog.

One was a shepherd mix -- they thought maybe purebred. I did not think so. I had gone to look at her because they called when my dog was missing. The dog was about five months old, a puppy. The people said their landlord would not let them have the dog, and they would have to drop her off somewhere if I did not take her. I took her, took her to the vet the next morning and got her shots, waited a couple of days to give the shots a chance at working. Then I took her to the shelter. I told them she was a stray and she had the collar, when the people that gave her to me found her. They did not believe me. I said she was taken care of and nice, probably someone's pet. I called two days later to see if anyone inquired about her and they had sent her to NY. I was ticked because she could have been someone's dog.

The other dog was my neighbor's. They do not know that I dumped the dog. Again, I did not want the dog. I took the puppy because two pups had been killed in the road the day before. I was ticked.
I took the puppy to the vet, kept it until it had its complement of puppy shots, and then I had them neutered it. I let him recover and then took him to the shelter. They were pretty nasty to me, but that was my fault because I did not tell them the whole story. They changed their tune a bit when I said the dog was neutered. It was a border collie, husky, shepherd mix and an awful barker/yapper, but they said they knew someone who loved BC mixes.

Growing up, the shelter was where one went to find a pet, and it was where one got rid of pets too. We generally kept ours until they died though. Only the dog that bit the baby twice was disposed of by my mother -- never told me what she did with him. So actually finding these dogs a home was a foreign idea to me. People looking for a mutt went to the shelter.

I did what I did to save the dogs' lives, perhaps so they would have a life.

[selzer]

I got another.

I live in the country, and have a small 12x12 shed in barn shape. '

People see even a barn-look-alike in the country and drop off kittens.

Two silver kitties appeared in my yard. They were cute. But I decided no more inside cats. These were pets -- not feral, and young. They wanted in. They were climbing on my window-screens.

I couldn't have that, I actually got mean. I encouraged Jazzy, my brother's dog to go after them to chase them out of the yard. They ran off, but stuck around. I was not feeding them. I did not want them. I did not know what to do with them.

My contractor's boy wanted one of them, and I said if his step dad said ok, he could take one. One went missing. I do not know what became of it. Then I went out to go to work in the morning, and started backing up and felt something crunch. It must have been in my wheel well. I ran it over. It was still alive but it's eyeball was out on the driveway. It wasn't going to make it. But I could not kill it. I got a shovel, and waited for a few minutes until I was sure it was dead, and then took care of the body. I felt terrible for being mean to it.

People shouldn't dump their pets in the country. It is unfair to them, they cannot fend for themselves. It is unfair to those of us who live in the country. We do not want to kill your pet. We cannot spay and neuter the whole world of cats. The shelter is always full and no one will take a stray cat -- they do not consider them domestic animals.

[Germanshepherdlova]

I also have a cat confession. My brothers neighbor feeds stray cats, so you can imagine the gazillion cats that are around his house because of this. One day I was leaving my brothers house and it was pouring rain and so I told my kids lets run to the car. Well, when we got in the car my son told me, I saw a kitten laying on your wheel well. I questioned how he could have saw such a thing when we were running and it was raining hard.

I turned on the car and my son who is a cat lover told me-don't drive mom. So I honked the horn, I revved the engine, and then I told him if there is a cat under there, he would have left with all the noise that I made. So I then reversed and crunch! I got out and it wasn't a pretty sight. Did I mention, I can't see blood. Well, in the pouring rain I dug a whole in my brothers backyard and made my son take a shovel and scoop the smashed kitty up, and we buried him.

I am fanatical about my car, and my shiny chrome rims had pieces of the cat flesh stuck to them. I took my car to the wash and it was not easy to clean up the rims. And for a couple weeks when I would clean my rims, I could smell rotting flesh (probably my imagination) but I felt really bad about killing that cat.

So bad that my neighbor had a stray cat that gave birth to kittens in her yard and I took one in to make up for what I had done. And then last year my son rescued a cat that was outside in the middle of a snowstorm, and she now lives with us. But that is enough cat rescuing for me, I am not a cat person.

[Lilie]

Here is one that is seriously messing with my head. We are in a drought. It is very difficult to find hay. When you do, you pay nearly 3x what you did last year.

I need hay. My sister needs hay. I don't like her husband (they've been married 25 years). Many, many reasons, but there truly is something seriously wrong with him. My husband and her husband won't even speak. But her husband (who has NO friends..really, not a single one) keeps hounding my husband's friends (who don't like him either) about letting him hang out with them. But he does it behind my husband's back. And then his friends call him and ask what's up with brother in law calling them? Brother in law talks smack to husband's friends who have known him over 40 years. It's sad and embarrising.

Back to the hay: my father calls my sister, but her husband answers. He tells him that he has hay (in KY, we are in TX) and we are welcomed to come get it. BIL doesn't tell me. He planned on going and getting it all for them. Not what my father intended. I found out through my father. But because my parents are elder I pretended that my BIL told me about it. Stuff like that really upsets my parents.

Back to what I feel guilty about. Hubby's friend called and told us about some hay that is going to be ready in two weeks. But you have to get on a list to get some. So hubby got on the list, but didn't tell brother in law.

I know it's not the right thing to do. It won't matter to me if they get hay or not from Mike's friend. But I just can't bring myself to pick up the phone and tell them. And I know that every day that I wait, the chances of them being too late to get on the list is growing stronger.

Messing with my head.

[Danielle609]

My confession....I have a ton of crap to get done. I have a craft fair coming up in a month that I need to get a ton of stuff done for.... and on top of that my house really needs a good cleaning. Yet somehow I have been on the computer for the last hour and drinking a whole pot of coffee by myself. Hubby just called and asked what I was doing, my response, "Oh not much, just trying to get the house picked up"...terrible I know, but this is my first day off this week, so I deserve it right? LOL

Oh and last confession...last night I was watching the Tigers game (I am a huge baseball fan) and I was seriously amused watching the Yankees expression as A-Rod struck out...Priceless! I almost feel guilty laughing at them slumping into the clubhouse...almost :-) Sorry to anyone that is a Yankees fan...but the Tigers want it bad this year!