Up until the weekend, I firmly believed this.
As in, lovers come and go (usually go) but your real friends should be there for life. No matter what.
I was havi g this chat with a wise man the other night and was using the example of my turkish doggie. We have rowed like cunts over the years.
However, he has done a couple things that I have forgiven, but according to my wise pal, is unforgiveable.
Firstly, he threatened to rip my throat out if I continued to offer what I thought was good advice. He was in my face, swearing like a cunt and generally being a frightening monster. His gf was there, crying her eyes out, which was horrible.
Secondly, he booted me out of his flat in holloway at 10.25 at night. This was a) 5 minutes before motd was about to start and b) pretty shit as I hadnowhere to go. Luckily, I made a call and gotput up in tottenham. Was a real hell hole in an awful area, but it was a bed.
What is my point? Well, a true friend wouldn't do this. Any man who resorts to violence, or the threat of it is no dog of mine.
So, my good dog of all time is gone. And I feel pretty ok with it. Actually, I am a little sad, but this behaviour is no good.
The wise man has made his way into my top 10 dogs, btw. Maybe number 4.
I talk too much