Why I'm not a pet lover

My friend W was flying back from singapore on saturday, and my friend Danny was supposed to pick her up at the airport but couldn't, so he asked me and my other friend T if one of us could pick her up. I said I'd pick her up, and T mentioned that she was glad W was back from her two week trip from singapore because T was sick of taking care of her 4 little dogs. I had thought she was just exaggerating like alot of people do, after all taking care of someone else's dogs isn't such a simple task, especially the hyperactive little white fluffy cottonballs that W has. Now I'm not a pet person, never owned a pet besides goldfish before. I've only taken care of my ex's sister's dog for about a week once. That dog was a really mild mannered dog (she was old) and was probably easier to take care of by far than my friend W's dog, and I almost gagged when I had to go walk the dog and pick up dog poop with a plastic bag. OMG, that stuff smells when it's fresh!

When I met T at W's house, I was not prepared for the carnage that 4 little dogs can inflict in a 24 hour period! T and Danny were tag teaming to clean and feed the dogs twice a day for the two weeks W was gone. So today marked only 24 hours of chaos that went on inside the house. When I got there, I could not believe the amount of poop and pee that 4 little dogs can make. And one of them started tearing up one of their stuffed toy, so white fluff was strewn about everywhere. There were a couple of pads that the dogs used to go on, but that didn't stop them from going in other spots, or just missing the edge of that pad so there's a little pool of surprise when T went to pick up a pad. Luckily she warned me not to take off my shoes when I walked on the hardwood floors. Just another reminder of why I don't have pets, and why I have trouble keeping plants alive.