Why I got a dog instead of a man:

If I come home late, the dog is happy to the Nth degree; the man gives me the third degree.

My dog gives me shiit about once a day, and it takes about fifteen minutes at the most; the man possesses an endless supply that can be given non-stop for hours on end.

To please my dog, all I have to do is yank on his rope for a little while, and we both have fun. With a man, yanking his rope means no fun for mama.

Okay, that last one was a bit perverted. But my dog doesn't mind that I'm a pervert because I'm not attracted to canines. The man tends to complain when he's overworked and slightly chafed, and can't walk to the refrigerator to get my rootbeer.

The dog fetches my shoes for me when I want to go out. He's in fact ecstatic in my laziness, thoroughly enjoying the chance to do something for me and gain my favor. A man calls me lazy if I won't get up and fetch him a beer, and the only favor he wants is performed on my knees.

When I'm pleased with the dog, I just have to give him a bone. When I'm pleased with a man, I have to let him give me the bone. I'm a giver, not a taker. What can I say?

Obviously, way too much is the answer to the preceding question. But my boy Trot doesn't mind. That's why I have a dog instead of a man. He loves me for the deranged, lovable nutcase I am. A man might have me locked up. The reasons are nearly never-ending but I'll stop there.

'Cause the dog needs to go out, but I'm sure he's coming back.

You know where I'm going with that, right?.

Yeah.. but we have to put up with men, anyways. I'm usually disappointed because they don't "service" me as often as I'd like :/

Well, I can also raise arguments about women being just as screwed up as us men. I am not going into details. It would be too embarrassing for women to have me give up details. A dog does not get drunk and barf all over your bed, floor and clothing and spit on the floor repeatedly! Dogs can't clean up their own vomit and evidently a lot of women can't either. The incident in question was recent! I met this girl for the first time and wished like hell I would have listened to my gut feelings more! Oh well, I am only human!

Not all of us men are bad. The problem is that most humans are just screwed up. What I would give to meet a woman with her head set squarely in her shoulders and not blame PMS and every thing else under the sun for her faults or failures. You just hang around with the wrong men!

THIS is WHY,,,MEN MAKE VERY BAD PETS!!!

But to open ones self to a GOOD MAN,,completes all that two can share,,,THEN,,,ya won't need a PET,,,as YOU would have found your BEST-FRIEND...

Many,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,MANY A WOMAN,,DID ME WRONG.

But never shall I blame them ALL,,for my choice in picking the BAD ONES TO EMBRACE,,,,,,

WE ALL have good and bad,,,,IN US...

But when WE FIND,,,the GOOD ONES,,,we don't KNOW-IT,,until we have turned them away through the bitterness we carried into their first thoughts of us...


LIFE is what we allow our selves to become,,,wink,


Thanks for sharing your write here,,,wink,ITS a good walk into
pain and feelings,,,,,,thank you...