Boyfriend problems.

So, when I ran into the one (gay) (Colombian) (grad student) who I know from around town a few months ago, even though it had been a while since last summer, I finally remembered to ask him how his summer internship in a big city on the East Coast went.

(We didn't catch up immediately after he got back, and the next few times that I saw him after that, we talked about other things, and I always kept forgetting to ask him how all that went.)

So, when I finally did ask, he said that it ended up turning out well for him... The place where he lived was in a (very black) and (poorer) neighborhood, which he hadn't realized when subletting, and though he was a bit shocked at first when he got there, like he was afraid people would break in and steal all his stuff, he eventually realized that it was all just internalized racism, and the situation actually ended up being quite good, and now looking back he wouldn't change a thing about it.

And, since his one (gay) (Brazilian) boyfriend is a professor, he basically isn't tied down during the summer and he picked up stakes and came and joined him, along with the dog that he has, a whippet.

And, I guess that was a problem, but that too ended up turning out all right, and now he has fallen in love with the dog...

As he described it, the dog is kind and eager and sweet but it's also a pretty nervous little thing, like a lot of times it starts walking towards you after it begins peeing and it also can start walking when it shits, and so the pee gets on its feet and the shit kind of moves around its rear end, which grosses you out, "But the dog doesn't know any better," he was like.

And, at some point he added in the detail that his boyfriend always has the dog sleep in bed with him, but he doesn't ever really clean it before it gets in bed, and sometimes it has dirt on it, too.

But, when his boyfriend had to go to (Brazil) to be with family because of a sick family member, suddenly he was left alone with the dog, since although he first wanted to kennel it, he decided that that was an uncharitable response on his part as a boyfriend, and he could take care of it.

And, slowly, over the course of a month, the dog grew on him, with its sweetness and trustingness.

And, he also got some wet wipes and would wipe down the dog every time it came in the house, and he also bought some dog perfume too, to spray it down every evening.

 Then, his boyfriend gets back, and first he sees how much both of them get along, and then he sees the wet wipes and dog perfume and is like, "What's that?", and then the one (gay) (Colombian) (grad student) who I know from around town is like, "Oh, I bought those when you were gone, and this is what we do now."

And, it is, and now the situation with his boyfriend's dog is just much, much better.

. . .

(I told this story to the one [lesbian] sister of my one [former assisted living client] with [disabilities], and when I got to the part about the dog being dirty and having shit and piss on its feet and the boyfriend having it sleep uncleaned in the same bed, you should have seen the look on her face. When I began the story, she said something about relationship dog drama, but I don't think she quite expected that level of underlying problem.)