Growing up we almost always had a dog. There was a period of time in my teenage years, about 6 months I believe where we were in between dogs, but other than that, there was always a “mutt” running around.
Barney as a puppy
Barney (an off white cockapoo with spunk and short legs) and Samson (a beautiful Golden retriever) did so much more than just chase their tails. Having those guys taught my brother and I responsibility (and how to fling dog poo at like 25 km an hour across the yard at a tree, with a shovel), and how to pass the responsibility “I scooped poo yesterday, it’s her/his turn!”, they gave us reason to exercise – “Come on Sam, faster! These roller blades won’t move themselves” and they were companions. More than once, did I shed a tear into Sam’s soft coat as I cried over this life’s drama or that highschool insanity. They were great and I so wish we had a dog for our girls.
However, at this point in life it doesn’t work for us to have a dog. As much as I want and want to have a dog, and I pout and bat my own version of puppy eyes at Corey, the circumstances aren’t going to change.
But, me being the impatient and list making girl that I am can’t seem to let it go. So, I spend my days (or at least an hour or so once a month) making lists in my head on why we “should/shouldn’t” get a dog. You know, just so I’m prepared when it comes time to seriously plead my case in the court of Corey Stone.
It goes something like this…
Reason’s to have a dog:
– They teach children responsibility (see above points)
– They bark – thus scaring off those people who are peddling their product/religion/NDP (seriously dude comes to the door to “sell” me on the NDP, rings the bell, looks through the window sees me in my sweats covered in flour and shoves the paper through the door and takes off. A dog would have saved me the embarrassment) or those who would like to robb us and don’t yet know we have killer alarm system, complete with lights and sirens
– They are soft and cuddly and lick your face. This is both a plus and a minus
– You always have a buddy when you’re out for a walk. Again providing protection in the form of barking and keister biting
– Seriously, most dogs are cute, especially the ones I want and who doesn’t want something cute
– They sleep on the foot of the bed when Corey’s not home providing comfort and warmth\
Reason’s Not to get a dog:
– They bark at a fly in the window, the girl down the street or a shadow. This takes years of training to rectify and still quite often it never totally stops
– They drool/shed on everything. If you don’t have dog drool on your pants (which helps to complete the kid drool on your shirt) you have dog hair on your butt. And while some cultures find a hairy rear end sexy I find it disgusting
– Poop. You have to clean it up out of your back yard, pick it up in a plastic baggie when you’re out for a walk and at some point you WILL be scraping it off a shoe, whether yours or that of your child.
– Barf. Every dog I know has barfed somewhere disgusting, living room, vehicle, kid’s bed…I have enough barf to deal with, without adding one that may contain random, uneatable items
– They die. Sorry to say it, but every pet eventually meets our maker and that is hard. You love them, you care for them, you protect them and then you say goodbye. I don’t want to do it, I don’t like to cry and I HATE to see my children cry
– They chew stuff. Samson ate the crossbars out of our dining room chairs when I was a kid. Didn’t just chew ’em ate the whole stinkin’ thing. My dad wasn’t exactly thrilled with him. And Barney ate crayons, thus leaving us rainbow poop all over the back lawn.
– They’re blasted expensive. Dog food, toys, treats, leashes, groomers, blah, blah, blah fall under the “I’d rather save for a trip to Hawaii” category for now. That and my children need necessities like clothes, food and the odd toy.
– We’re gone half the time. Between work for both Corey and I, school for Bethany, errands and a social life we spend more time out of our house rather than in it. And since I’m rather fond of a clean(ish) van I wouldn’t want to haul a dog around in it. So then the poor guy would be home alone and that’s just simply not fair.
One day we’ll have a dog. One day I’ll have a walking partner, our girls will have a play companion and Corey will learn that dogs are way better than cats (*shudder* cats). But for now, I’ll console myself with the lists above. I mean really, when you have two small children, who needs any more poop?