I really dislike dogs

[Adam]

I just hate the things. And I get angry at them for existing.

And I'm not a crazy cat loving person either - if I had to choose between them it'd be cats but I'd rather have no pets. There is fish in the pond but they are just part of the garden and not really pets.

Every time I see a dog acting stupid it makes me want to kick it in the jaw - and dogs act stupid all the time. But I wouldn't do that, I don't want to see any living creature come to harm but to me, they are the bottom of the food chain - even below the slime that first crawled out of the sea.

Sorry.

[paul jones]

I've never had a dog myself apart from my ex of course.(y)

[Helvete]

Another person who got chased by a dog as a child and is now forever scared of them. I know someone who was petrified of horses because of the same thing. Horses are awesome, he was such a bitch.

[TurdBerglar]

how could you hate something as pure as a dog.

[Audio.]

y-you... bastard.:(

[Adam]

Didn't mean to give the impression I was scared of them, I just dislike them. Never been chased by one as a child that left me scarred but it made me smile as I remember that scene from spaced (y)

Anyway, reason for the post is that I was getting ready for a run just after I read about a dog attacking a child leaving him severely disabled. I run in the park, I love it but some owners use it as a dog toilet and when you're in the groove the last thing you want is an tempted rape by a hairy animal. I know that it is the owners that can't keep control of their pet but they give all dogs a bad name.

Nope dogs are a necessary nuisance at best. (like sniffer and helping the blind dogs are necessary).

[ericlee]

I now have the urge to kick you in the jaw.

[ericlee]

if you have a problem with a dog, blame it on the owner. All they are is a reflection of them.

[Adam]

I now have the urge to kick you in the jaw.

hehe, I wouldn't do that - again another misunderstanding that I would harm an animal. I am vegetarian for christ sakes. More an expression.

Like I say, its probably the owner but there is too many bad owners for how many bad dogs there is.

Man, this thread was a mistake :rolleyes:

[ericlee]

I can guarantee that if your family had a puppy when you were young, your whole aspect would be different.

I used to hate cats till I had a gf that had one and now I love them.

If you did have a dog in your family and you have this attitude, I don't know what to say. It must suck to have such a strong dislike for man's best friend.

[Adam]

maybe I am not a real man and don't deserve a best friend :confused:

We've always had cats and I'm indifferent to them but don't hate them. My Dad hated dogs to so maybe its genetic

[Documad]

I don't understand people who dislike dogs.

[Adam]

So what are the benefits of a dog? Unless you have a poop fetish and like to pick it up and carry it around - that is about the only benefit I can see, except I don't have a poop fetish :(

edit: and why man's best friend? A creature that acts like a toddler for 15 years - how can you be friends with that unless you have a toddler fetish?

[kaiser soze]

I like dogs, but I really appreciate animals domestic and wild except pet birds with loud chirps/noises and uncontrollable barking dogs.

I've even been bitten across the face and had my arm punctured to the point of muscle coming out by two different dogs.

What I don't like are owners who turn their dogs into monsters - those assholes deserve to be kicked into the nuts until they pop.

[checkyourprez]

dogs are the shit.

if you dont like dogs, you maaay be a homosexual adam. i heard something about that correlation.

[DIGI]

Obviously you have no soul.

[NicRN77]

I don't dislike dogs...but I am much more a cat person. Dogs are a bit too dependent on their owners for me.

[ericlee]

So what are the benefits of a dog? Unless you have a poop fetish and like to pick it up and carry it around - that is about the only benefit I can see, except I don't have a poop fetish :(

edit: and why man's best friend? A creature that acts like a toddler for 15 years - how can you be friends with that unless you have a toddler fetish?

It has nothing to do with a poop fetish. Shitting is a part of nature, you know.

They're considered man's best friend because they'll never let you down. They're always trusty and there for you.

Also not all dogs act like kids. There are some that have very intellegent instincts. I do like the ones who act goofy though because it helps cure depression.

Yeah, making this thread was a mistake. There's a huge population of dog lovers here. Making this thread is about as equal as that stuntman scene in the Kentucky Fried Movie.

[Adam]

It was one of those before coffee, before exercise after reading news that makes me threads - I do a lot of them

adam fails, has no soul and is gay.
/end thread

[nodanaonlyzuul]

the only thing about some dogs I don't like is that saliva smell. I hate it, and I hate when it's all over my hands. Sometimes even giving them breath/mouth hygiene related stuff does nothing. It's just this natural scent that's on the saliva and it kind of makes me gag.

Not all dogs have that though. I prefer those ones.

[checkyourprez]

the only thing about some dogs I don't like is that saliva smell. I hate it, and I hate when it's all over my hands. Sometimes even giving them breath/mouth hygiene related stuff does nothing. It's just this natural scent that's on the saliva and it kind of makes me gag.

Not all dogs have that though. I prefer those ones.

im sure worse has been all of those hands dana

:rolleyes:

[TOY]

I hate dogs. They hate me. They really like my vagina though, and it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

We have a dog. Well technically, he's my sister's. That dog is an ASSHOLE! He's so mean, and we've absolutely no clue why. We never had a mean pet. Our cats are angel babies. It's not as if he snaps at you and draws back, no. He snaps, bites down and refuses to let go. And he bit my vagina lip when he was still just a puppy because I tried sitting next to him and he had a treat hidden in the couch cushion :mad:

[Adam]

Well hopefully eric won't read that TOY, because you live with one it makes you responsible for how stupid and mean he is. Its not the dog, the personality reflects reflects the owner

That makes you worse than me for just disliking them

;)

[TurdBerglar]

I hate dogs. They hate me. They really like my vagina though, and it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

We have a dog. Well technically, he's my sister's. That dog is an ASSHOLE! He's so mean, and we've absolutely no clue why. We never had a mean pet. Our cats are angel babies. It's not as if he snaps at you and draws back, no. He snaps, bites down and refuses to let go. And he bit my vagina lip when he was still just a puppy because I tried sitting next to him and he had a treat hidden in the couch cushion :mad:

is it a little dog?

[TOY]

Well hopefully eric won't read that TOY, because you live with one it makes you responsible for how stupid and mean he is. Its not the dog, the personality reflects reflects the owner

That makes you worse than me for just disliking them

;)

LOL

I truly believe owners are at fault for how their pets respond, but with this dog, makes zero sense. I mean, shit. I have a cat sitting atop my shoulders like a parrot as I'm typing this response. Bad parenting, uh-huh. :rolleyes:

[Ty Webb]

FUCK YOU SCUM FUCK

[TOY]

is it a little dog?

Yes - a Tibetan Spaniel. But he's a strong mother. Nobody's mean to him. We're just fucking scared of the guy.

[TurdBerglar]

little dogs are fucking pricks

[TOY]

little dogs are fucking pricks

I think it's hit or miss. I should clarify that I don't actually hate dogs. I just don't like them. When their fur gets wet, it makes me gag. The smell of their drool makes me gag. When they sniff my vagina, I feel awkward. I don't like people either, and if they smelled my vagina in public, same.

We had a pekingese before the dog we have now. He died, sadly. He was a very nice dog. Never snapped/bit. Nothing. And he was a great snuggle buddy. My ex's dogs, who were relatively small, were extremely sweet too. Murphy, though... idk. My sister got him from a breeder. She recalls he was "all alone" when she went to pick him up - wasn't playing with the others and very scared.

[sjp]

I don't understand people who dislike dogs.

I like dogs, just hate small dogs.

[Documad]

I like dogs, just hate small dogs.

I'm mostly with you on that, but I've had a few friends with small dogs that had decent personalities. I suspect that it's the owners of small dogs that I dislike rather than the dogs themselves. Many people with small dogs refuse to train them, let them bark, etc.

Adam, you don't know how good it feels to come home and have someone who is unbelievably excited to see you! Sometimes it's a burden but most of the time it's wonderful. (have you seen the video of the dog welcoming the soldier home?)

[checkyourprez]

small dogs aint dogs. there bugs. i step on bugs.

[Randetica]

people who dont like cats or dogs are unpleasant to me but aslong as you dont hurt them i wont hurt you either

[miss soul fire]

I really cannot understand why some people don't love dogs! I really can't!!!

[ericlee]

I don't dislike you for not liking dogs, adam. To each and his own. Everybody has their likes and dislikes. Here's an interesting read for you.

Russia's stray dogs.

Russians can go nutty when it comes to dogs. Consider the incident a few years ago that involved Yulia Romanova, a 22-year-old model. On a winter evening, Romanova was returning with her beloved Staffordshire terrier from a visit to a designer who specialises in kitting out canine Muscovites in the latest fashions. The terrier was sporting a new green camouflage jacket as he walked with his owner through the crowded Mendeleyevskaya metro station. There they encountered Malchik, a black stray who had made the station his home, guarding it against drunks and other dogs. Malchik barked at the pair, defending his territory. But instead of walking away, Romanova reached into her pink rucksack, pulled out a kitchen knife and, in front of rush-hour commuters, stabbed Malchik to death.

A bronze statue of Malchik, a stray dog in Moscow
The statue of Malchik erected by well-wishers after his death
Romanova was arrested, tried and underwent a year of psychiatric treatment. Typically for Russia, this horror story was countered by a wellspring of sympathy for Moscow’s strays. A bronze statue of Malchik, paid for by donations, now stands at the entrance of Mendeleyevskaya station. It has become a symbol for the 35,000 stray dogs that roam Russia’s capital – about 84 dogs per square mile. You see them everywhere. They lie around in the courtyards of apartment complexes, wander near markets and kiosks, and sleep inside metro stations and pedestrian passageways. You can hear them barking and howling at night. And the strays on Moscow’s streets do not look anything like the purebreds preferred by status-conscious Muscovites. They look like a breed apart.

I moved to Moscow with my family last year and was startled to see so many stray dogs. Watching them over time, I realised that, despite some variation in colour – some were black, others yellowish white or russet – they all shared a certain look. They were medium-sized with thick fur, wedge-shaped heads and almond eyes. Their tails were long and their ears erect.

They also acted differently. Every so often, you would see one waiting on a metro platform. When the train pulled up, the dog would step in, scramble up to lie on a seat or sit on the floor if the carriage was crowded, and then exit a few stops later. There is even a website dedicated to the metro stray (www.metrodog.ru) on which passengers post photos and video clips taken with their mobile phones, documenting the *savviest of the pack using the public transport system like any other Muscovite.

Where did these animals come from? It’s a question Andrei Poyarkov, 56, a biologist specialising in wolves, has dedicated himself to answering. His research focuses on how different environments affect dogs’ behaviour and social organisation. About 30 years ago, he began studying Moscow’s stray dogs. Poyarkov contends that their appearance and behaviour have changed over the decades as they have continuously adapted to the changing face of Russia’s capital. Virtually all the city’s strays were born that way: dumping a pet dog on the streets of Moscow amounts to a near-certain death sentence. Poyarkov reckons fewer than 3 per cent survive.

. . .

Poyarkov works at the A.N. Severtsov Institute of Ecology and Evolution in south-west Moscow. His office is small, but boasts high ceilings and tall windows. Several wire cages sit on a table in the centre of the room. Inside them, four weasels scurry through tunnels and run on a wheel. Poyarkov and I sit near the weasels and sip green tea.

Andrei Poyarkov feeding stray dogs in Moscow
Biologist Andrei Poyarkov
He first thought of observing the behaviour of stray dogs in 1979, and began with the ones that lived near his apartment and those he encountered on his way to work. The area he studied came to comprise some 10 sq km, home to about 100 dogs. Poyarkov started making recordings of the sounds that the strays made, and began to study their social organisation. He photographed and catalogued them, mapping where each dog lived.

He quickly found that the strays were much easier to study than wolves. “To see a wild wolf is a real event,” he says. “You can see them, but not for very long and not at close range. But with stray dogs you can watch them for as long as you want and, for the most part, be quite near them.” According to Poyarkov, there are 30,000 to 35,000 stray dogs in Moscow, while the wolf population for the whole of Russia is about 50,000 to 60,000. Population density, he says, determines how frequently the animals come into contact with each other, which in turn affects their behaviour, psychology, stress levels, physiology and relationship to their environment.

“The second difference between stray dogs and wolves is that the dogs, on average, are much less aggressive and a good deal more tolerant of one another,” says Poyarkov. Wolves stay strictly within their own pack, even if they share a territory with another. A pack of dogs, however, can hold a dominant position over other packs and their leader will often “patrol” the other packs by moving in and out of them. His observations have led Poyarkov to conclude that this leader is not necessarily the strongest or most dominant dog, but the most intelligent – and is acknowledged as such. The pack depends on him for its survival.

Moscow’s strays sit somewhere between house pets and wolves, says Poyarkov, but are in the early stages of the shift from the domesticated back towards the wild. That said, there seems little chance of reversing this process. It is virtually impossible to domesticate a stray: many cannot stand being confined indoors.

“Genetically, wolves and dogs are almost identical,” says Poyarkov. “What has changed significantly [with domestication] is a range of hormonal and behavioural parameters, because of the brutal natural selection that eliminated many aggressive animals.” He recounts the work of Soviet biologist Dmitri Belyaev, exiled from Moscow in 1948 during the Stalin years for a commitment to classical genetics that ran counter to state scientific doctrine of the time.

Under the guise of studying animal physiology, Belyaev set up a Russian silver fox research centre in Novosibirsk, setting out to test his theory that the most important selected characteristic for the domestication of dogs was a lack of aggression. He began to select foxes that showed the least fear of humans and bred them. After 10-15 years, the foxes he bred showed affection to their keepers, even licking them. They barked, had floppy ears and wagged their tails. They also developed spotted coats – a surprising development that was connected with a decrease in their levels of adrenaline, which shares a biochemical pathway with melanin and controls *pigment production.

“With stray dogs, we’re witnessing a move backwards,” explains Poyarkov. “That is, to a wilder and less domesticated state, to a more ‘natural’ state.” As if to prove his point, strays do not have spotted coats, they rarely wag their tails and are wary of humans, showing no signs of *affection towards them.

. . .

The stray dogs of Moscow are mentioned for the first time in the reports of the journalist and writer Vladimir Gilyarovsky in the latter half of the 19th century. But Poyarkov says they have been there as long as the city itself. They remain different from wolves, in particular because they exhibit pronounced “polymorphism” – a range of behavioural traits shaped in part by the “ecological niche” they occupy. And it is this ability to adapt that explains why the population density of strays is so much greater than that of wolves. “With several niches there are more resources and more opportunities.”

The dogs divide into four types, he says, which are determined by their character, how they forage for food, their level of socialisation to people and the ecological niche they inhabit.

A stray dog near Moscow's Ministry of Foreign Affairs
A dog seeking warmth near Moscow’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Those that remain most comfortable with people Poyarkov calls “guard dogs”. Their territories tend to be garages, warehouses, hospitals and other fenced-in institutions, and they develop ties to the security guards from whom they receive food and whom they regard as masters. I’ve seen them in my neighbourhood near the front gate to the Central Clinical Hospital for Civil Aviation. When I pass on the other side with my dog they cross the street towards us, barking loudly.

“The second stage of becoming wild is where the dog is socialised to people in general, but not personally,” says Poyarkov. “These are the beggars and they are excellent psychologists.” He gives as an example a dog that appears to be dozing as throngs of people walk past, but who rears his head when an easy target comes into view: “The dog will come to a little old lady, start smiling and wagging his tail, and sure enough, he’ll get food.” These dogs not only smell who is carrying something tasty, but sense who will stop and feed them.

The beggars live in relatively small packs and are subordinate to leaders. If a dog is intelligent but occupies a low rank and does not get enough to eat, he will separate from the pack frequently to look for food. If he sees other dogs begging, he will watch and learn.

The third group comprises dogs that are somewhat socialised to people, but whose social interaction is directed almost exclusively towards other strays. Their main strategy for acquiring food is gathering scraps from the streets and the many open rubbish bins. During the Soviet period, the pickings were slim, which limited their population (as did a government policy of catching and killing them). But as Russia began to prosper in the post-Soviet years, official efforts to cull them fell away and, at the same time, many more choice offerings appeared in the bins. The strays flourished.

The last of Poyarkov’s groups are the wild dogs. “There are dogs living in the city that are not socialised to people. They know people, but view them as dangerous. Their range is extremely broad, and they are *predators. They catch mice, rats and the occasional cat. They live in the city, but as a rule near industrial complexes, or in wooded parks. They are nocturnal and walk about when there are fewer people on the streets.”

My neighbourhood is in the north-west of Moscow and lies between a large wooded park and one of the canals of the Moscow river. Leaving the windows open once the thaw of spring finally took hold, I found myself pulled out of a deep slumber by a cacophony that sounded as if packs of dogs were tearing each other apart in the grounds of our apartment complex. This went on for weeks. I later learned that spring is when many strays mate – “the dog marriage season”, as Russians poetically call it.

. . .

There is one special sub-group of strays that stands apart from the rest: Moscow’s metro dogs. “The metro dog appeared for the simple reason that it was permitted to enter,” says Andrei Neuronov, an author and specialist in animal behaviour and psychology, who has worked with Vladimir Putin’s black female Labrador retriever, Connie (“a very nice pup”). “This began in the late 1980s during perestroika,” he says. “When more food appeared, people began to live better and feed strays.” The dogs started by riding on overground trams and buses, where supervisors were becoming increasingly thin on the ground.

A stray dog begs for food on the Moscow metro
A stray on the metro, seeking food

Neuronov says there are some 500 strays that live in the metro stations, especially during the colder months, but only about 20 have learned how to ride the trains. This happened gradually, first as a way to broaden their territory. Later, it became a way of life. “Why should they go by foot if they can move around by public transport?” he asks.

“They orient themselves in a number of ways,” Neuronov adds. “They figure out where they are by smell, by recognising the name of the station from the recorded announcer’s voice and by time intervals. If, for example, you come every Monday and feed a dog, that dog will know when it’s Monday and the hour to expect you, based on their sense of time intervals from their *biological clocks.”

The metro dog also has uncannily good instincts about people, happily greeting kindly passers by, but slinking down the furthest escalator to avoid the intolerant older women who oversee the metro’s electronic turnstiles. “Right outside this metro,” says Neuronov, gesturing toward Frunzenskaya station, a short distance from the park where we were speaking, “a black dog sleeps on a mat. He’s called Malish. And this is what I saw one day: a bowl of freshly ground beef set before him, and slowly, and ever so lazily, he scooped it up with his tongue while lying down.”

. . .

Stray dogs evoke a strong reaction from Muscovites. While the model Romanova’s stabbing of a stray demonstrated an example of one extreme, the statue erected in his memory depicts the other. The city government has been forced to take action to protect the strays, but with mixed results. In 2002, mayor Yuri Luzhkov enacted legislation forbidding the killing of stray animals and adopted a new strategy of sterilising them and building shelters.

A stray dog on a Moscow street
Life on the streets
But until Russians themselves adopt the practice of sterilising their pets, this will remain only a half-measure. One Russian, noting that my male Ridgeback is neutered, exclaimed: “Now, why would you want to cripple a dog in that way?” Even though the city budget allocated more than $30m to build 15 animal shelters last year, that is not nearly enough to accommodate the strays. Still, there is pressure from some quarters to return to the practice of catching and culling them. Poyarkov believes this would be dangerous. While the goal, he acknowledges, “is to do away with dogs who carry rabies, tapeworms, toxoplasmosis and other infections, what actually happens is that infected dogs and other animals outside Moscow will come into the city because the biological barrier maintained by the population of strays in Moscow is turned upside down. The environment becomes chaotic and unpredictable and the epidemiological situation worsens.”

Alexey Vereshchagin, 33, a graduate student who works with Poyarkov, says that Moscow probably could find a way of controlling the feared influx. But that doesn’t mean he thinks strays should be removed from the capital. “I grew up with them,” he says. “Personally, I think they make life in the city more interesting.” Like other experts, Vereshchagin questions whether strays could ever be eliminated completely, particularly given the city’s generally chaotic approach to administration.

Poyarkov concedes that sterilisation might control the number of strays, if methodically conducted. But his work suggests that the population is self-regulating anyway. The quantity of food available keeps the total steady at about 35,000 – Moscow strays are at the limit and, as a result, most pups born to strays don’t reach adulthood. “If they do survive, it is only to replace an adult dog that died,” Poyarkov says. Even then, their life expectancy seldom exceeds 10 years. Having spent a career studying the stray dogs of Moscow and tracing their path back towards a wilder state, he is in no hurry to see them swept from the streets.

“I am not at all convinced that Moscow should be left without dogs. Given a correct relationship to dogs, they definitely do clean the city. They keep the population of rats down. Why should the city be a concrete desert? Why should we do away with strays who have always lived next to us?”

[Bob]

Adam, you don't know how good it feels to come home and have someone who is unbelievably excited to see you! Sometimes it's a burden but most of the time it's wonderful. (have you seen the video of the dog welcoming the soldier home?)

one of my old roommates had a dog and i miss having that. i remember more than a few days where i'd come home from school a total wreck but then i'd see him standing at the top of the stairs, wagging his tail so hard his butt was shaking and i instantly felt better. it's hard to be depressed when there's a happy dog nearby.

[nodanaonlyzuul]

im sure worse has been all of those hands dana

:rolleyes:

what?

are you trying to say worse has been on my hands, or that hands are worse for the dogs tongues?

Regardless I didn't say anything about not liking dogs themselves. I'm just sensitive to certain smells and some dogs have this scent in their saliva that I don't like. In general I'm really sensitive to smell, I have a weak stomach or something.

[yeahwho]

You could of basically said anything besides a dog.

I really dislike wives
I really dislike birds
I really dislike moms
I really dislike dads
I really dislike sisters
I really dislike brothers
I really dislike raymond


But Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, you had to say dogs.

fuck... my English Pointer has only one drawback, the worse smelling gas of any living entity. Other than that it's the most likable animal ever.

[Adam]

^^hehe.

I bet I could of put jews and had less of a negative reaction.

[Helvete]

I really dislike raymond


EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND!

[Freebasser]

I saved my file and walked over to my bed, there must have been two dozen
people on my contact list who were online but none of them ever talked to
me, it'd have been nice but it wasn't going to happen. I slumped into my
bed, it was only 10pm but depression had caused me to feel much more tired
than I was. I sulked into my pillow and sighed, that seemed to wake Rufus
up and he looked at me. Rufus is Border collie and the most beautiful dog I
have ever seen, he's understanding for a dog and apart from house training
has never disappointed me. He got onto the bed and made that whining noise
whenever something was wrong. I rubbed his head between his ears and he
licked my face and nose, causing me to laugh. My nose is my special spot
and Rufus seemed to know that. He licked it again and just stared at me,
his right front paw on my chest. I don't know why and still don't but I
kissed him on the lips and he licked me more, his tongue searching. I
willingly accepted, and my tongue joined his. I hugged him then and
whispered into his ear how much I loved him, it struck me then how lonely I
was, I hadn't had a good loving partner in almost a year and here was
Rufus, my best friend... Humping my belly?! I stopped hugging him and
laughed, he seemed to be smiling as well, panting slightly.

"Not one for romantic mush eh Ruuf?"

He just lowered his head, sniffing the bed and looked up again. My eyesight
was drawn immediately to his sheath; his pink cock was starting to stick
out. Lying down as I was, contrasting against his black and white fur his
cock wasn't hard to spot. I moved my foot up to touch it, and he started to
hump, more of his cock was showing with each thrust. Then I got his cock
in-between my big toe and the one right next to it (Is there a name for
them?) and he started to hump faster, his cock rapidly swelling up. I
should mention now that I never got Rufus fixed, I wouldn't want it done to
me, so I'm certainly not going to have it done to my friend. He kept on
doing this for a while, and I just watched mesmerised as his cock rapidly
moving, slicked up by his copious amounts of precum. I sat up, my own dick
making a dent in my boxers. I took Rufus's cock into my hand and was amazed
how hot it was. He was quite happy to hump my hand until he spotted the wet
patch on my boxers, and he licked at the precum there, and seemed to really
like the taste. He stopped humping my hand so I used the distraction to
take my boxers off, my dick sprung back up and he went to it, short little
licks with his rough tongue. This was really turning me on but Rufus just
seemed interested in my precum, eventually I had to push him away as my
cockhead was getting oversensitive. As I pushed his head down he seemed to
dive between my bum and started licking. He was going to rim me! I didn't
hesitate and spread my legs, my heart beating wildly; I've wanted this for
so long. My anticipation was cut short as his tongue touched my bared
arsehole, hot rough texture upon sensitive puckered flesh causing me to
moan out in pleasure. I may live by myself, but I've always been quite
during sex. However this was so exciting and so pleasurable I couldn't help
but moan in response. Rufus if anything seemed encouraged by this and
licked deeper, driving his snout up in-between my cheeks. It felt so good,
but then I saw his cock, I knew what had to be done; at least what I
thought had to be done. I rolled over and he continued lapping at my
pucker, never ceasing until I got up on all fours and he got the idea
almost instantly. He jumped up onto my back and started humping, I winced
his front paws clawing my back. It was nothing compared to the feeling of
what happened next. His cock found its target and it felt like a red hot
poker was trying to shove its way into me. He buried it in with one thrust
and I did scream a lot and swore enough to make an old sailor blush. He
didn't stop, didn't wait for me to adjust, just fucked me hard and fast,
his hot precum felt like piss; there was so much of it. I could hear him
panting, his tongue resting upon my back, hot doggy drool covering my
neck. It just made everything hotter, the pain rapidly fading into
pleasure. I can say now nothing compares to the feeling of hot dog cock,
nor the speed and relentless power. On and on his cock drove into me,
grinding against my prostate, his paws reaching back and rubbing against my
cock. Then it happened. Like all dogs, Rufus had a knot. I didn't get a
chance to see it but it felt like a fist was pushing against my
sphincter. I tried to resist but there was no way I could have held out. I
was his bitch and I was going to get tied. I've read enough dog stories to
know about knots, and instead of panicking I just... opened up? I defiantly
relaxed and just accepted it. And in hindsight I'm glad I did to, his knot
entered into me and I was expecting pain. There wasn't pain, he fucked me
even faster, short little thrusts. And then he came, I thought he was
pissing into me! Oh my god, I never knew anything could cum that much, and
then his knot expanded, then I felt pain. I felt like I was going to
explode, his cock and knot swelled to huge proportions and I damn near
passed out from the pain. But slowly I adjusted to it, and the pain got
less and less, and the feeling was indescribable. It was soo fucking
hot. Eventually his knot slipped out and he jumped at the opportunity to
lick me clean, getting all the cum from my spent arse. I got onto my side,
and saw him lick his cock.

"You liked that boy?"

He got near my face and sniffled, giving me a lick. I told him how much of
a good boy he was, kissing him and loving him. And then I slept.

[Audio.]

^ I now hate dogs, you fag :mad:

lmao

[venusvenus123]

Adam, you don't know how good it feels to come home and have someone who is unbelievably excited to see you!

Isn't that what husbands are for?:confused::p:cool:

I'm mostly with Adam here. I don't hate dogs, it's just that I can't get that excited by them. Also, I seem to have bad luck with them... like the ones who jump up at me in the park when I'm trying to have a "healthy" jog...or the one who jumped up on my thighs the other day, spilling my coffee all over my trousers and handbag. Yeah I know, it's the owner who's at fault and those types never seem to be properly apologetic, so it kind of makes the whole experience worse.

I am slightly tempted to get my own dog, but I think it's too much of an extra responsibility, and god knows, I have enough already.

My sister has this beautiful Bernese mountain dog. He's like a small pony...sweet creature (y)

[Waus]

I don't mind dogs I guess.

What I don't like is how people who own dogs (recently myself included) have an invisible tether to home from there on. We can't stay out as late as we want since we have to let the dog out. I have to get up 15 minutes earlier so I can let the dog out in the morning. Instead of hugging my wife when I get home I have to let the dog out first. If we plan a trip, we have to figure out where to take the dog.

It's really just a nuisance. I don't hold it against the dog, it's just why I probably wouldn't have one if I was still single. I'm just not inclined to provide for a dog the kind of life I feel like all dogs deserve, and so as a bachelor I never got one.

[Adam]

So after this thread and the negative (and I have to say unexpected) reaction to my comments I thought I may try and except the stupid things as part of a society that I don't understand but I should respect.

But on the way home today, I was on the motorbike and one chased me for only about 50 metres and I was going too fast for it to ever be a danger to me but it did mean it had to run into traffic. I mean, natural selection must start playing a better role but nooooooo...

...the owners will continue to feed it, let it grow up to become a stupid member of the animal kingdom and it may even breed. It was through the roughest estate in Sheffield and it should of been on a leash - but its part of my commute, Maybe I am just unlucky with dogs and never had the chance to meet an intelligent one but you can understand my prejudice when these are the main encounters of them.

edit: also what waus said about having to deal with it when you're away for more than a 12 hour period - its what I was getting at with the toddler comment, you always have to think about them but they never grow up - at least kids can have sleep overs and you can hire a child minder cheaper than you can hire a dog minder (why is that). The logic is beyond me but living in a democracy I will learn to respect the majority point of view (maybe).

[TurdBerglar]

you should be laughing at the dog


what the fuck is wrong with you

[Dorothy Wood]

It's weird that you're a vegetarian, but you don't respect dogs.

I love doggies, but I'm not too keen on owning one because they require so much care. Maybe if I had a house with a yard or something.

90% of dogs are cute, hilarious and awesome. 10% are annoying bastards.

in my opinion, they've got humans beat.

[insertnamehere]

i kind of like how dogs smell. not filthy dogs. some dogs just reek. but i like normal dog smell. i also like horse smell. meh.

i think maybe you have to own a dog to really understand it. i sometimes have trouble communicating with other people's dogs because my dogs and i have a certain form of communication and interaction that has developed over time and when i try to interact with other dogs in the same way it doesnt always work. i tend to act pretty doggy with my dogs (loudly sniffing at them, roughhousing, getting in the "i want to play" stance)... some dogs seem entertained by this. others are frightened and confused that a human is doing dog things. ive been bitten by dogs twice. both times i was drunk and i accept full responsibility. they were strange dogs and i was trying to play with them like they were my dogs. and dogs dont act the same around strangers as they do at home with their family, so dogs youve seen were probably not at their best when you saw them.

i have a particularly strong affinity to dogs because we lived in the middle of nowhere when i was little. i didnt meet other human children until i started school, but there were several free-roaming dogs that lived in our yard and they were my playmates. yeah. i was raised by dogs. i remember laying in little dugout beds they made under the house. i think this also partially explains my social retardation and potentially my aversion to children.

ps - under the house is also a great place to play ninja turtles.

[checkyourprez]

i kind of like how dogs smell. not filthy dogs. some dogs just reek. but i like normal dog smell. i also like horse smell. meh.

i think maybe you have to own a dog to really understand it. i sometimes have trouble communicating with other people's dogs because my dogs and i have a certain form of communication and interaction that has developed over time and when i try to interact with other dogs in the same way it doesnt always work. i tend to act pretty doggy with my dogs (loudly sniffing at them, roughhousing, getting in the "i want to play" stance)... some dogs seem entertained by this. others are frightened and confused that a human is doing dog things. ive been bitten by dogs twice. both times i was drunk and i accept full responsibility. they were strange dogs and i was trying to play with them like they were my dogs. and dogs dont act the same around strangers as they do at home with their family, so dogs youve seen were probably not at their best when you saw them.

i have a particularly strong affinity to dogs because we lived in the middle of nowhere when i was little. i didnt meet other human children until i started school, but there were several free-roaming dogs that lived in our yard and they were my playmates. yeah. i was raised by dogs. i remember laying in little dugout beds they made under the house. i think this also partially explains my social retardation and potentially my aversion to children.

ps - under the house is also a great place to play ninja turtles.

there is money to be made in mexico if you are interested..

[Adam]

It's weird that you're a vegetarian, but you don't respect dogs.

I wouldn't eat a dog - I'm not that sick. All animals are a life to me and I suppose they can't help being what animal they are - I have the same feelings against eating a chicken as I do eating a dog, can't see the difference, its all wrong to take a life just for food (or any reason really). I think my main annoyance is on dog owners when I read back my comments.

Like I say, I wouldn't harm a dog or any animal, my threats are empty - I don't mean I would kick one on a jaw but they are the main animal that annoy me (liken it to that feeling of being cut up in a car and you want to stab them in the eye but you really wouldn't do it - just 5 second of rage). But also that might be because they are so many of them. People annoy me to and I know there is more of them but I see the benefit in some of them.

Sorry, I ended this thread with no soul and yet I am here again trying to win it back. I'll go now.