When I rented a room at this guys house for four years in my late thirties he had a very unpredictable German Sheppard. The dog could be friendly but he was just unstable enough that sometimes he wouldn’t let me near him and anytime he deigned to be friendly and let me pet him he was just dangerous enough that I couldn’t fully relax or trust him.
One evening I was out back where he was kept and I started to feel sick and I knew I wouldn’t make it to the bathroom so I walked to the side of the house and vomited.
A lot.
For awhile.
After no more came out I went inside for some rags to clean the mess because I couldn’t just leave it there. I came back outside and the damn dog was licking and eating the mess! It was so gross, it almost made me throw up again. I tried to shoo him away but he wouldn’t budge. I tried to push him and he growled very menacingly. I didn’t push the issue.
Anyways, that stupid dog consumed all of it. I never seen anything so sickening in my entire life (except maybe the time that hooker… never mind). I think that’s the only dog I ever knew well that I hated.
