Gage?

So today i was arguing with my mom about this dog, stackhouse.

Gage:

I don't really want a dog because I feel they're a hassle to take care of. They're always begging and he already marked my couch as his territory twice. Who am i to take care of something else, even a dog when I have trouble taking care of myself?

Gages Mom:

"You need to bond with something."

Gage:

"I bond with plenty of things i have plants that I water a few times a week and some friends on the side."

Gages Mom:

"You're just scared."

Gage:

"Of?"

Gages Mom:

"Of getting close to something! Just like with all your girlfriends! You suddenly feel yourself bonding with someone and you break up with them!"

Gage:

"Whoa, where did that come from? We're talking about a dog here, not my love life." I replied. "Besides, there was only one girl I broke up with for that reason, all the others were psycho girls who either wouldn't leave my house or tried to rape me."

By this point I don't think my mother is listening.

Gages Mom:

"I suppose it's my fault- I blame your father-"

I cut her off.

Gage:

"Mom, it's just a dog."

Gages Mom:

"Animals don't have voices we have to speak for them. I think I missed my true calling as a veterinarian."

Gage:

Apposed to saving human lives, everyday as a paramedic?"

Gages Mom:

"Well..."

Gage:

"I'm going home and I'm finding him a new home."