Tuesday, March 15, 2011

How it Began

I’m not a dog person.  There, I said it.  The truth can be brutal sometimes.
 My reasons for not liking dogs are about as simple as dogs themselves.  For time’s sake, I’ll be short.  First and foremost, they stink.  An awful, impossible to get rid of, mid-summer pond stench.  They get fur everywhere. They slobber.  They are noisy.   They require an incomprehensible amount time and energy to train and take care of.  They are not unlike children in this way. 

So you can imagine my protest when my boyfriend of 7 years started talking about getting a dog.  We had just bought a house with sufficient room for a foul smelling puppy and he was determined that we needed this addition.  After all, he reasoned, we had a cat, and he was not a cat person. He wanted a dog; it was only fair.  Against all better judgment and completely out of ammunition, I went with him to the animal shelter to see what we could find.  The first visit was fruitless.  I foolishly got my hopes up that maybe we wouldn’t find one that would be good enough for him and his discouragement would get the better of him.  I had seen this happen before; what once was so important would turn too difficult and become a distant memory.  Weeks passed and we said nothing of a dog.  Then one weekend he decided we would try again.

He wanted a puppy, one that we could have for his/her entire life, who would grow up knowing only us.  I wanted one that was already housebroken.  There were a lot of puppies, but they were very small.  He wanted a man’s dog.  I didn’t want something too big.  After all, we didn’t have much of a yard and what we did have wasn’t fenced in.  We walked slowly down the hall of rejected dogs until we came to little brown dog with a big scratch on her face.  She was leaning on her cage with one of her ears flopped up and one flopped down.  I was impressed that she wasn’t howling.  This seemingly well behaved 20 pound, 4 month old puppy was to be ours. 
As a puppy
I had to admit, she was pretty cute.  But that was never the problem.  And although Bill loved her from the moment he saw her, I was less than enthused.  I was determined, however, to make the best of it.  I had always put our relationship at the top of my priority list, and I didn’t want a dog to come between us.

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