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When I walk my dog, we always come to the point where the cleaning up - thingy starts. I get the poop-bag out of my pocket, hold my breath and bend down. During this, my dog stands 1m besides me, watches me in obvious confusion, the ears are flipped back and she is behaving as she is feeling very uncomfortable. I always wondered, if she thinks I am a strange poop-pervert, collecting her dumps or something like this :/.

Just the thought of this episode makes my whole body scratch again.

I don’t know if you have a dog, and I don’t know if you even like dogs. But when you have one, I wonder if it is as suicidal and weird as mine. I got her from animal rescue and when I had her for some days, I learned really quickly that she is not like those normal, cute and happy fluffy thingy puppies. She wanted to kill everyone, who I liked and still today likes all those people I really - REALLY - want to avoid. She also came with a list of things, she is scared of. I don’t think you can imagine how much someone can fear a pencil or a lemon. Those things are dangerous and my dog always tries to convince me, but I am just a stupid human and I just don’t get it. It must be so frustrating to be my dog. I also don’t get, that drinking poison (bleach, plant fertilizer) is totally important. To give you an idea about these points, I drew a short list to put everything in perspective: