I am not an animal person.
There, I said it.
My feelings toward dogs are best described as neutral. I don’t love them…don’t hate them…but I am quite content to live a dog-free existence. (No dog hair on my clothes and furniture, no dog hair to vacuum up, no vet bills, and no dog poo in my back yard – all huge positives in my thinking.) My feelings toward cats are stronger. I strongly dislike them. Every cat I encounter seems to instantly know I don’t take well to their kind, and they immediately come and weave their creepy bodies in and out of my ankles. Shudder.
My husband, on the other hand, is what is known as a “dog person.” Loves the critters. Never met a dog he doesn’t like. He likes cats too, but luckily he’s highly allergic. Whew.
Now that we’re good and settled into our new house with a big, fenced back yard, I have accepted that the time is coming when I will have to relent and agree to get a
pooping machine dog.
Several things have happened in the past month that lead me to believe the universe is conspiring to prepare me for imminent dog-ownership.
- I read, and was totally emotionally invested in, the book Marley and Me.
- I have become obsessed with the show Dog Whisperer. Intriguing. The National Geographic Channel seems to be constantly airing that program and I watch it all the time.
- My father in law emailed this heart-wrenching dog ownership story last week and it actually made me a little teary-eyed.
Add to all that, that I am coming around to Jonathan’s belief that the kids need a dog to grow up with. (Dylan is already a little dog lover; his favorite part of visiting some of our friends houses is playing with their dogs.)
I’m sure our loved ones will start crying “NOT IT! NOT IT!” as soon as we get a dog, as we have somewhat of a tract record of giving away our pets to
gullible willing family members. My grandma adopted poodle Gracie when we went to Bible school (no dogs allowed), and my sister in law took mutt Zach when we moved to Lubbock and planned to live in an apartment. I vow that when and if we do get a new pet, we will strive to be more faithful, long-term dog owners.
Many decisions are yet to be made, (big? little? what kind of breed? puppy? full-grown?) so I have a bit longer to fully embrace the idea of
dealing with dog hair loving a dog. The only solid fact that has surfaced is that Lauryn wants a dog she can name Princess. Not gonna happen.
Anyone reformed readers out there, who were once dog-neutral and are now dog-lovers? Any hope for me?