I 15nb still live at home with my parents. Throughout my whole life I have never had a pet, nor have expressed a want for a pet. Two weeks ago my parents informed me we were getting a dog and calling him Stanley. It was clear they had already talked to my brother about this and wthey were very exited. I was not so amused because I don't want a pet and by that time they had already given him a name a pick-up date and started buying stuff.

Now Stanley has arrived and it's all everyone else can talk about I really can't be bothered and I'm honestly starting to hate him. Hes taking taking up everyone else's time and it seems like we can't do anything with out him.