Yuuuup. We had to babysit literally the Bestest Boi. Seriously the coolest and most well-behaved, well-trained, low maintenance dog who ever dogged. And I loved him. But I was SO GLAD when he went home.
I can’t do the clinginess. I’m just getting up to grab a pen, please don’t wake up, follow me across the house, and then follow me back. Don’t stare at me when I eat. What are you loudly licking over there? How come you smell, you JUST had a bath. You KNOW you’re not supposed to climb on the couch, and climbing on top of me doesn’t negate that. Why are you so clumsy?? All of it.
I would pet him and then count the seconds until I could get up and wash my hands. And this was a dog I genuinely loved and would have adopted in a heartbeat if he was a cat.
I like dogs. I am 100% not a dog person.
I use a Kaweco Sport as my daily driver.
Bonus: Nobody ever “borrows” it at work because it confuses and terrifies them.