“You should never own a dog.”
That was fairly harsh, especially coming from her. “What are you basing this on?”
Hm. Sounds like the third option.
“Most dog owners are retards, and the most retarded are the ones who pick a dog because it’s cute, or because its pretty, without knowing anything about the breed, the temperament, the dog’s needs.”
Yep, it was that one. Fair enough.
I sighed, “Fuck off, Rache. I can say it’s a pretty dog without saying I’m going to take it home.”
Yeah. How is Rachel going to take this, though?
“Whatever,” she didn’t take her eyes off the dogs in the back field.
“No, don’t brush me off. You want to start something, fine. But if you do, you gotta hear what I have to say. Listen to what I have to say. Acknowledge me, damn it.”
Hm, yes, this assertiveness might get her attention.
She turned to glance at me. She wasn’t frowning or glaring, but her gaze was so dispassionate it made me uncomfortable.
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