Dogs

For as long as I can remember, I have disliked dogs. I was terrified of dogs when I was little, even dogs like Molly, my Yorkie-Maltese. I wasn't the type of girl that had stuffed puppies on their bed. This fear of dogs gradually grew into an actual repulsion. Even though I can still pet my dogs and other peoples' dogs without gagging or screaming, I really would rather not. I can see why people think they're cute, and sometimes I can't stop myself from going "aw" when I see a puppy, but I also can't help but see them as the smelly, drooling, messy creatures that they are. I just can't help it. It also doesn't help that I'm allergic to dogs and cats. When I'm older, I know that I will probably be forced to get one by my future children, and no matter how much I will try, I will not be able to get them to look after it. That will probably be one of the biggest challenges in my life. I would much rather have a clean house and a turtle than a scratched up floor, a billion responsibilities, and a dog.