We have never been “pet people”.
(RIP Tundra and Orrie)
Then I had kids. And kids ask for pets. They want a dog. Or a cat. Or a hamster. Or a guinea pig. Or a lizard.
We all know Owen – and in my opinion he is the perfect pet. But he’s just not doin it for them anymore. “He’s boooring!”
I honestly don’t think we’re pet people. A pet family. Then I think that maybe Cuyler would have a deep connection with a pet. It might be really good for him.
And really…my gawd – how cute is this?
I want one. ohmygodlookatit!! Look! So cute, right??
STOP. Look away from the puppy. LOOK. AWAY.
I remind myself. We are not pet people.
Okay okay…we would not get a cat.
But a dog? A cute little dog? I think…maybe one day?
We don’t travel so we wouldn’t have to worry about leaving a dog behind. Sean does travel so a nice companion pup would be nice.
I don’t work full time so I could be home with a dog.
- We’d get the “sick” (read: money pit) dog with that-rare-thing-that-that-particular-breed-hardly-ever-gets.
- We’d get a yappy dog. There are 2 whippets down the street that make me mad. They’re creepy looking and incredibly yappy and annoying. I would like a placid dog that hardly ever barks. But you just don’t know what you’ll get, right?
- I like sleeping. Puppies are worse than newborn babies (or so I hear).
- I can barely keep the house clean as it is. I would need a dog that NEVER sheds.
So therein lies my dilemma. Pet people – help me.
How do we know if we are a pet family?
How long do we think about it?
What considerations should one make while making this decision?