parents with dogs
I went out with this crazy Japanese girl, right back at the innocent age of 18. I have this theory that the Japanese are crazy by default, but this lass was something else. This story isn’t so much about how she “met the parents” as it is “met the dogs” but here it is anyway…

So we've been going out for a couple of months at this point, and I decided it was high-time she should meet the rents, and indeed the family at large. As we're walking the 10 minute walk from town to home I try and prepare her for one of the more potentially dangerous elements of entering our household; namely the two furry beasts we posses Candy and Yosie - both golden retrievers.

As most people know that have or have met dogs; they like new people. They like them so much; they bark lots, bring random presents (generally the closest shoe or slipper), and are generally very, very happy to see to their new found friends! Very happy.

After talking about this and some other stuff we finally arrive, and I ring the bell.

“Ding-dong!”

The sound of the door bell is instantly echoed by two very manic barking dogs.
My misses slides behind me, suddenly going very quiet. My very cheerful mother, above the ensuing madness, cheerfully acknowledges our presence and fights her way past the dogs to the front-door (she’s not very big).

The door inches open and my mum pokes her nose out and with a big grin says “I hope you like dogs!”. Believe me, I’ve heard my mum say this a thousand times because she thinks it helps when it blatantly fucking doesn’t.
My girlfriend politely and nervously says “yes” (as you would) and we slowly edge in. I realise at this point my misses is obviously a bit paranoid of dogs, so do my best to shield her from the inevitable as a gentleman would.

The minute the door’s shut and we’re in striking distance, the dogs unleash their full force of gratitude at being blessed with their new friend! The dogs were soooo happy! They jumped. They licked. One of them nearly boffed it was so excited!

All this time of course my girlfriend had been silent.
After about 30 seconds of this she snapped. It was now fight or flight time; survival instinct well & truly had kicked in.

So she ran.

She ran upstairs in a blind panic while screaming at the top of her voice (which I always found quite cute; it being a Japanese girlie squeal not really a scream).
She ran right past my mum and up the stairs.
She ran past one confused step-dad who was shaving at the time in his bedroom and had not met her yet.
She ran into the nearest safe-haven she could find - my brothers bedroom who was also in it.
Once I’d caught her up, she was actually jumping on his bed laughing and screaming alternately in a still panicked but now seeing the funny side way. This was while my brother looked on bemused; wondering whether to piss himself laughing or not.

So apparently, she hated dogs; never told me of course. She got bitten real bad when she was small, and had a phobia ever since.
Anyway, that set the tone for the kind of girl she was. Totally crazy I tell thee.

She was a really good fuck aswell. Fancy that.

Apologies for length.
( slippery doctore, Fri 20 May 2005, 0:16, Reply)