I’ve never been a big dog lover. I mean I have always liked dogs, but the thought of hair, feces, drooling and everything else that goes along with having an animal in your home has really deterred me from getting a dog in my adult life. I did try to be a cat owner and failed miserably. Each time the cat would spray all over my house, so I found new homes. I just couldn’t deal with that. My son hasn’t ever let me forget it. He guilts me over it to this day.
Last year I made the mistake of promising my youngest a dog. He wanted an English Bulldog because there was on named Spike on the move Game Plan. He finally wore me down and I promised him a dog. I even found on in the paper. It was a baby American Bulldog. There was a litter and I talked my sister into getting one of them also. I thought it would be so cool for the cousins have dogs that were brother and sister. We even planned to have family get togethers with the dogs.
The dogs were still babies so we had to wait 6 weeks before we could get them. We paid our deposits and waited. My sister went over to see the puppies a few times. I never seemed to be able to get there. She fell in love with them. I was excited and couldn’t wait to have my little boy. It wasn’t until about 2 weeks before we were supposed to get these dogs that I started to have anxiety. I started to think about having to potty train these dogs and about them peeing on my carpet or anything else. Then I read about the chewing and training. I began to get physical ill when I thought about getting a pet. Sad, huh.
I expressed my feelings to my sister and she laughed at first. After a while she realized I was very serious and told me if it was that big a deal to me then I should back out. I felt bad because my son was so excited to have this dog, even thought it wasn’t going to be “Spike” from Game Plan, but the fact that he never saw the dog helped me. I was able to bribe him with a new Playstation in his room to forget this dog. I backed out and just forgot my deposit.
I told my son we would get another dog when we could find an older dog that was already potty trained. I explained to him what life would be like cleaning up after a puppy and he agreed he would prefer an older dog also. He held this over my head within a month of getting the new video game system. About 8 months went by before I finally had enough. I stopped at the pound and let him pick out a day. He ended up with a long-haired weiner dog. The people at the pound told us he was 8 months old and that they thought he was potty trained.
The dog was named Oscar and all was well. He had been severely abused and was afraid of his own shadow. He spent most of the time just sleeping. He was potty trained, which was a big relief. The only downside was he had separation anxiety. He would follow you into the bathroom and wait outside the shower door while you shower. He was so easy to care for and didn’t really do anything.
At this point, I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t wanted a pet sooner. Oscar is so sweet and easy to care for.
A few weeks before my birthday I received a gift. Guess what it was? A puppy!
I thought how great is this. Now Oscar has a sister. He won’t be alone and we won’t have to worry about the separation anxiety. All was great until the first night. The puppy cried for its mom and had to go the bathroom almost every 30 minutes. I felt like a new mom again. By the second day I was ready to send the puppy back. The only saving grace was she totally cute. She weighed all of 4 pounds and was just too adorable to get rid of.
Each day got a little bit easier. She is really a big pain in the butt and still has accidents in the house sometimes, which drives me nuts, but I love her to death. Oscar is still as sweet as can be even though she terrorizes him. He is much smarter than she is and gets her back though. He will hide her bones and put stuff up on the couch that he doesn’t have any interest in just because she can’t get up there. They drive one another crazy, but would be lost without the other.
Worst of all though, I would be lost without them. They give unconditional love and are just happy that you are there. I kick myself for not getting dogs sooner and wouldn’t imagine ever getting rid of them. They are as important to me as my kids are.
