We're taking care of Rocky this week because Tiffany is out of town for a photo shoot, and I have looooved having him around! He's so chill and cute, and is just the perfect little companion to calm me down when I'm having one of my meltdowns. (He had to witness one on Wednesday. Sorry, Rocks!)
So Tiff had mentioned that Rocky was scared to walk up and down stairs. Her apartment has an elevator (lucky bitch!), but I have to hoof it up and down four flights of stairs every single day. I actually enjoy getting the extra bit of exercise, but Rocky was NOT having it. Not.having.it.
So Tiff had mentioned that Rocky was scared to walk up and down stairs. Her apartment has an elevator (lucky bitch!), but I have to hoof it up and down four flights of stairs every single day. I actually enjoy getting the extra bit of exercise, but Rocky was NOT having it. Not.having.it.
Look how he's totally backing away from the edge of the stairs. Poor Rocks! He was genuinely scared out of his little doggy mind!Dogs are so funny. I recently learned that Rocky has a pooping ritual. He turns around in a circle three times as fast as he can before he does his biznas. It's like he's serenading his shit or something!
So what about you: What are your biggest fears? I'm totally afraid of heights. Boring, I know. Is anyone scared of something weird? Remember back in the day when people went on Maury Povich to talk about their fears of lettuce and cotton balls? Crazy!
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My biggest fear is of dinosaurs.
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Ellen, i'm afraid of a lot of really random shit! I'm terrified of gorillas, chimps, baboons, the whole lot of them with opposable thumbs, people eyes, and ridiculous intelligence. that gorilla that knows language is the scariest thing ever! I'm also afraid of dolphins, baby dolls with eyes that blink (blame chucky), evil clowns (fuckin haunted house experience, NEVER AGAIN!), bugs and rats. *shudders*
ReplyDeleteMy favorite Maury "fear" episode is the one with the guy who was afraid of peaches. It's hilarious!
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty fearless, somtimes to a fault. I almost slid off of our roof (which is VERY steep) the other night, and I didn't even really panic. I probably fear more mental things in life such as failure, but not in a very clear way.
ReplyDeleteAs a child I had a big fear of loud noises, such that I was afraid of clowns, not because of the fact it is typically a grown man in a romper which is inherently odd, but because they have balloons, which can pop, and make a big bang. Fireworks were totally traumatic as well.
ReplyDeleteNow my specific fears have been replaced by general anxieties - car accidents, illness, childbirth, unemployment, life as a hobo, etc.
So I guess you have to pick little Rocky up to go down the stairs? Can he go up the stairs?
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'It's like he's serenading his shit or something!'
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Just be glad you can pick Rocky up (so cute)...Bob was terrified of stairs when I first adopted him and he was 65 lbs. Not fun, but hysterical at the same time. I will send you the picture. :-)
ReplyDeleteAfter all the general fears, I'm scared of fire (to the point that I even hate when people light cigarettes near me -- not fun in the South where some bars still allow smoking) and Palmetto Bugs (gigantic, flying cockroaches - ick!).
Aliens. I can't get any more into it, or I'll scare myself.
ReplyDeleteAnd I think a lot of dogs do that. My two dogs (one Shih-Tzu, the other German Shepherd/Siberian Husky mix) do that whenever they need to... well, go. I guess they need to familiarize with the spot?
I am very clastophobic (however you spell it) and I can't be in places where I feel like I don't have an exit.
ReplyDeleteI've been afraid of spiders most of my life. But my biggest fear was the thought of losing my dog Mabel in any way. I was terrified of it. Then in July, it happened, out of nowhere, and in two days she went from seemingly healthy to gone. My biggest fear actually came true. Funny thing is, though I gave it number one fear status and the most weight of anything to fear, ten months after it happened, I still learn each day that it's way worse than I was even capable of fearing; I just had no comprehension, even in my imagination, of how it would be, missing her more every day. Some people think I just refuse to move on, but...how is it my fault that time refuses to heal something? I don't have that kind of control. My new greatest fear is that I probably won't ever get to see Mabel again to apologize for all the regrets I have and be certain she knows how much I love her, and the though of going through the rest of this life without her or any other dog (because how could I go through all this again?). That's a downer, so I also fear talking to women I find attractive and smart...due to the fear they will reject me. Or not reject me, which would be suspicious and indicate I was being set up for some future humiliation. There, that's a more upbeat ending.
ReplyDeletehahaha. I'm definitely scared of rickety elevators/getting stuck in them/having the cables break and I plummet to my death... and moldy/expired food (ESPECIALLY milk).
ReplyDeleteto be fair, I think the elevator thing is a little justified considering during my freshman year of college I got stuck in a SUPER sketchy elevator in my dorm, ALL ALONE with giant bags of GARBAGE (the woman cleaning our floor had put her cart in there and then, unlike me, knew better than to take the elevator, and took the stairs up)... it kept going back and forth from the basement to the sixth floor for like ten minutes, and every time it got to the top it would stop and SHAKE. I about peed myself. and now the building I work in has not one but THREE super-sketchy elevators... so I've had to overcome my fears somewhat... but STILL.
Wow, I think I added about 10 fears to my list just reading these comments. Thanks, GUYS!!! ;)
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear about Mabel, Scott. Loss is so hard, but in my experience, time does heal. You'll still go through rough patches, but you'll get there.
And yes, Shannon, I have to carry Rocky up AND down the stairs. He is not a fan of any type of stairs...even really small ones.
Thanks. I was gonna remove the comment, I figured later that it was more of an issue than you were looking for, but you beat me to it and now I think it might be weird to have your comment about my comment without my comment there and I'd probably be better off not thinking so much, frankly, but then again that's what had me post the first one, so perhaps thinking carefully is I'm just stopping now.
ReplyDeleteScott, I really feel for you. I grew up with 2 dogs, and one of them died suddenly my senior year of college on the week of my bday and I was devastated, we has only 11 and I'd had him since he was 6 weeks old. That same summer, the other dog passed away as well, though she was 16, and I had her since I was seven. so i've been where you are, and even now 4 years later, when I go to my mom's house, I look at the backyard wishing they were both there. I thought I could never own a dog again, but last year, I got a puppy, and he's brings me so much joy. You just need time to heal, it does get better.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Our family dog Tiffany was 17 when she was brought in, so I thought I'd at least know what it was going to be like, but I had Mabel with me when Tiffany died, I wasn't living in the house anymore with Tiffy, it was easier to push into a closet in my head and lock out of sight. As bad as that was, I wasn't even close in thinking how this would be. Mabel was only 11, too, and I was thinking I had at least three or four years...
ReplyDeleteoh scott, i feel for you too. right before i moved to nyc i had to put my cat down; she was 21 and had been with me since first grade. i literally didn't remember life without her. i miss her every day, but time does make it better. and don't ever think mabel didn't know how much you loved her! pets are so smart, and having a safe home, someone to feed them and love on them and play with them and take care of them-they definitely know, and i am positive mabel was just as thankful of you as you were for her.
ReplyDeleteScott, it used to be one of my biggest fears losing my cat T.R.E. He lived to be 20 and I'd had him since he was about six months old. He'd been with me through so many ups and downs and I could never imagine life without him. When it happened I was a wreck and what angered me most was people who acted it was just a pet and I should get over it.
ReplyDeleteAlmost four years later and I'm still not over it. I just had a baby in February and I cried a bit thinking about how I wish T.R.E. had met him. I still miss that cat every single day.
Oh you guys! I love how you've bonded and supported each other over this topic. I can't FULLY understand this feeling with a pet, but I have experienced loss...it really is so hard.
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