I need to rant about dog allergies and my jerk sister
Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 11:36 pm
I need to rant about how much I want to punch my oldest sister in the face right now.
I'm staying at my parents' house for Christmas this year. My four Utah siblings drove up on Saturday and my oldest sister brought her dog. I am severely allergic to dogs, so I called her weeks ago to work something out, seeing as how we'd be staying in the same house. She promised she'd keep her dog in the basement or outside, or possibly she would stay at a friend's house nearby.
Except now that she's here she uses every time I leave the house as an excuse to bring him upstairs, where she lets him sit on the sofa in the family room. Letting a dog sit on a sofa that's used by someone with dog allergies is the equivalent of sharing a house with someone who has a peanut allergy and knowingly smearing invisible peanut butter on every surface they might come in contact with. The idea of dog dander getting on the furniture, essentially barring me from sitting on it, makes me want to scream. Instead I remind her that her dog's supposed to be in the basement. I leave, I come home, I catch her with the dog upstairs, I tell her to put the dog downstairs, and the cycle repeats. I spent all of today with a drippy nose, itchy eyes, and sneezing my brain out. She has essentially given me a cold for Christmas.I was supposed to go to a basketball game tonight with my in-laws but halfway there I felt so crummy I decided not to go, so I dropped off my husband and turned around and went home, where, shock of all shocks, the dog was upstairs again. My sister undoubtedly thought I'd be gone for hours so she'd settled in with the dog on the sofa.
So I had it out with her. I got angry and finally told her what I've been wanting to say all week, which is that it bothered me that she cared more about a dog than she did about my physical well-being. And she flat-out told me that she did. My own sister admitted that she cares more about a dog than she does about me. At that point I told her I was done talking to her and that I was going to bed. I wish I'd told her to go to Hell. I'm seriously considering never talking to her again.
I'm staying at my parents' house for Christmas this year. My four Utah siblings drove up on Saturday and my oldest sister brought her dog. I am severely allergic to dogs, so I called her weeks ago to work something out, seeing as how we'd be staying in the same house. She promised she'd keep her dog in the basement or outside, or possibly she would stay at a friend's house nearby.
Except now that she's here she uses every time I leave the house as an excuse to bring him upstairs, where she lets him sit on the sofa in the family room. Letting a dog sit on a sofa that's used by someone with dog allergies is the equivalent of sharing a house with someone who has a peanut allergy and knowingly smearing invisible peanut butter on every surface they might come in contact with. The idea of dog dander getting on the furniture, essentially barring me from sitting on it, makes me want to scream. Instead I remind her that her dog's supposed to be in the basement. I leave, I come home, I catch her with the dog upstairs, I tell her to put the dog downstairs, and the cycle repeats. I spent all of today with a drippy nose, itchy eyes, and sneezing my brain out. She has essentially given me a cold for Christmas.I was supposed to go to a basketball game tonight with my in-laws but halfway there I felt so crummy I decided not to go, so I dropped off my husband and turned around and went home, where, shock of all shocks, the dog was upstairs again. My sister undoubtedly thought I'd be gone for hours so she'd settled in with the dog on the sofa.
So I had it out with her. I got angry and finally told her what I've been wanting to say all week, which is that it bothered me that she cared more about a dog than she did about my physical well-being. And she flat-out told me that she did. My own sister admitted that she cares more about a dog than she does about me. At that point I told her I was done talking to her and that I was going to bed. I wish I'd told her to go to Hell. I'm seriously considering never talking to her again.