Heidi October 28th, 2009
For some reason, I’ve had dogs on the brain today.
You see, every few months I get the urge to buy a dog. Then I indulge myself with a day or so of thinking about it, but then I finally suppress the urge and move on.
For one, we don’t have the money for a dog right now. For two, Charming and I can’t agree on what kind of dog we should buy. And for three, I’m not sure I’m up for taking care of a dog in addition to two small children.
But the urge still comes. Partly because I grew up on a farm of sorts and love animals. And partly because I firmly believe little children should grow up with a pet dog.
Please allow me to show you Exhibit A:
The Dog Park.
There’s an off leash dog park just down the road from our house. And when the urge to own a dog comes on too strong, we head for The Dog Park to get our fix.
(Awww, these are all pictures of the 18-months-old Bubbers King from last October!! Hi, Little Man! You’ve sure grown up a lot!)
And every time we go, the Bubbers King can’t get enough.
No matter what size the dog is, he always hunkers down as it approaches.
Then he’ll stand up to greet the dog.
“Hi Puppy! My name is Bubbers. What’s yours?”
And since he’s the perfect height for drive-by lickings, he always flinches if the dog gets too close.
Then holds his defensive position in case the dog comes back for more.
Which they usually do.
And you’d think with all that warm saliva, he’d get sick of them and want to go home.
But he never does!
And that’s when I start envisioning us owning a dog.
Like a little one that’s the perfect size for a child.
Or a big one that’s the perfect size for wrestling.
Because you’d better believe Charming would be running around with it more than anyone.
But then right in the middle of my daydream, I look down and see this:
And I think, “I don’t need more laundry.”
So I take the Bubbers King aside and say, “You don’t really want a dog, do you?”
And he says:
Then he earnestly looks for another dog.
And my heart melts. Again.