looking for new love
fluffy, smelly, licky love
I must be crazy
So we’re on the hunt for a new dog. We toyed with the idea of getting a kitty, but we’ve never had a cat before and they tend to spontaneously attack me (maybe they can sense my uneasiness around them?) so cats are out.
Now the question becomes – puppy or older dog? I’m all over the idea of getting a rescued older dog. Preferably with three legs and one eye and a name like Beelzebub. I’d love to have a slower-moving, cuddly hunk of fur that will love us forever. The other two voting members of the family want a puppy.
And who will be at home twelve hours a day with a piddling, nipping puppy, hyper pre-schooler and hysterical baby? NOT the grown-up person who’s voting for the puppy. I think this means my vote should be weighted. I’m not against having a puppy, but I don’t relish the amount of work it’s going to take. I’m already about four arms short of what I need to be able to successfully juggle my days. But then… then I remember being a kid and having a puppy. It was so fun. And I do love the idea of my kids growing up with a little fur ball; learning to take of him; loving him as he grows and mellows. But I think we could have that with a rescue dog who’s a little older and who’s urine I won’t have to clean out of my door frames.
Plus, we have the issue of the wee-er one being suddenly spontaneously terrified of anything furry. Wait, strike that. She’s terrified of anything furry that weighs less than 50 pounds. A tiny, tiny, tiny mewing kitten? Major screaming freakout. A mid-size terrier? Major screaming freakout. A golden retriever the size of a garbage truck? A brief frown and then all smiles. My husband gleefully takes this to mean we need a biiiiig dog. Well, a puppy that will quickly turn into a biiiiig dog. Maybe. Or maybe after spending more than a few minutes with a mid-size dog the wee-er one will calm down.
As you can tell, we’re not getting another dog any time soon. But we’re thinking about it, and that’s a good step, I think.