Okay. You are all going to think that I was a mean 19 year old girl. Just don't throw eggs at me for this story, okay.
I didn't date until I was 18 and the first boy I dated immediately became my fiance.
Anyway, my little dog had died. I was distraught.
I began looking at puppies and saying that eventually I would get another one. But I did not bring any puppies home. The reason being is that logically, I knew that I could not afford a puppy. Also, I had less time to care for a new pet. I knew all this and was speaking out with emotion, but had no intent to get a dog.
I suppose my then boyfriend assumed that he could fix my sadness. I had taken him along to look at some puppies, after all. Of course, I had never gotten any of those cute little balls of fur and had said that I couldn't afford to care for them. So, he knew why I wasn't bringing any home.
He brought me a puppy as a surprise. I was not happy. In fact, I was angry. If I got a puppy, I wanted to pick it out myself. The puppy was going to be a big dog, something that I didn't want. The boy tried to tell me that it was part Taco Bell Dog(I know the breed, I just don't know how to spell it) It was not. Plus it was very lethargic. I told him to take the puppy back. He said that he did.
Months later, his mother blessed me out for not appreciating that cute little puppy.
He hadn't told me that the puppy had died that night. His mother did. I guess that she was trying to make me feel guilty but I could tell that there was something wrong with the puppy that I couldn't afford to fix.