

This is one of the main reasons why I don’t own a dog.
I have a few friends with very expensive homes in southern Ontario near the city. I love one friend who absolutely wanted to have pure bred golden retrievers. They make for fantastic family photos with your nuclear family and beautiful house.
But over the past ten years, I’ve had to help them vacuum up vomit and diarrhea from their beautiful living room with expensive furniture. They have two dogs and the worst event was during a visit to see them and one evening, one dog vomited about a gallon of liquid and the other dog shat a gallon of liquid. These are close friends to my family so we spent a week helping them vacuum, suction, steam clean and deep clean the carpets … TWICE!!!
This is on top of having to take a walk in their nice neighbourhood in their designer clothes and periodically bending down to grab dog shit from the sidewalk or park near their home.
I grew up with dogs as a kid and I’m Indigenous Canadian and my dad kept sled dogs for many years. My parents didn’t believe in keeping pets. They taught me that if you wanted to keep an animal, the animal had to work for you in exchange for you feeding and taking care of it. Otherwise you were abusing the animal by keeping it just for your own personal pleasure.
I’ve always been on the fence about all that. … but after vacuuming up vomit and diarrhea, more often than I care to admit and picking up dog shit … I don’t think I want a dog.
The PG version? … or the XX Pornhub version? … or the XXXXXXX underground live action theatrical performance?