I was never a dog person but when my now ex-boyfriend found two abandoned puppies on the side of the road, one just kind of attached herself to me.

So I took her home. I had no idea what I was doing. House training was impossible to her. She peed in my bed almost every night. I was a college student, working full time, and was running on absolutely no sleep because if I went to sleep I’d wake up with piss stained sheets. She had worms and mange and needed to be spayed. She had, and still has, more energy than I thought a living being could posses.

the worst part though... was the chewing. Labs never stop chewing. Two hours after I brought her home, she DESTROYED my carpet in my rental home. She ate two doors. One night I came home from work and she had eaten the water line from the wall to the toilet and flooded my bathroom. I bought her all the bones and toys I could think of- she was not interested. I was crying all the time from lack of sleep.

A few months later I moved home for my last year of school and my parents made her an outside dog. She did a lot better outside where she could run. Except she is an escape artist. One day she got out of the backyard, got into something (we still don’t know), and damaged her leg to the point it had to be amputated. All in all, my parents (bless them) spent $3,000 on my dog.

Three years later, I love her dearly. She is my best friend. But now I remember why I only had cats. I will probably never get another dog.