So Joe wants a dog.
And I already have a dog that on occasion I am known not to like...and admittedly kick.
My dog adores Joe. Dotes on him like its the end of the world...or he has food. Its hard to tell sometimes.
Joe likes sitting on the couch with Riley. And going to the dog park with her, esp. after its rained some so she can get into the puddles. We all laugh at her antics. But secretly, I think he goes to the dog park to watch other people’s dogs. Actually I know he does this. He’s wandered off to talk to other dog owners and envy them as their dog plays fetch (rather than Riley’s method of running to the ball, pointing at it with her nose and running the other way leaving the ball on the ground.) and swim in the lake.
Needless to say, that even at nearly 30 pounds, Riley isn’t big enough for him. Joe really sees only two sizes of dogs-one that might as well be in your purse and one that you can ride to the dog park. Riley is in the first category.
In a fit of my own being excited to make Joe happy, I did some looking at the Central Missouri Humane Society’s webpage of dogs available. And of course there were super cute dogs! Including one Austrailian Cattle Dog/Blue Heeler mix puppy. This is the type of dog I was determined Joe should get. They are smaller dogs-think Riley’s size but with legs and tough little things. They’re smart and have short hair. I really thought that Joe would want something like this.
So in another fit of being excited, Joe and I went to the Humane Society yesterday. Of course, I loved that puppy, but Joe was less than impressed. Now its picture is off of the website. Has my puppy found a new home?
It seems that Joe and I have very different tastes in what constitutes a good dog. Joe liked this dog: Murphy Brown. I was less than impressed by her. I liked this dog:German Shepard. I felt sorry for her. Even with knowing all of the genetic problems that German Shepards have, I really thought she might make a good pet. And then Joe had this thing about a German Shepard he had as a kid that tried to attack his dad or something...
Any dog that Joe liked, I probably thought was too barky or too big. Anything I liked was too much like Riley or too small or too hairy. There are some things we are willing to compromise on. One-no boy dogs. I just don’t like them. Two-nothing with even the hint of Chow in its background. We’re willing to make exceptions. If there was the most fantiastic male chow, we might consider it.
Joe says we’re going to be a three dog family. Since I don’t particularly like dogs, I find this hard to believe. But he says there will be Riley. Then ’his’ dog that we pick out together but really is my dog. And then his real dog. I’d rather have another cat. Or another corgi. Which is another thing, if I’m going to spend $100 to adopt a dog, I think I’ll spend $350 and buy a corgi.
The truth of the matter is, I (we) need another dog like a hole in the head. We don’t move into the bigger apartment until July. I hate housebreaking puppies. I don’t really like dogs. And we are too busy right now for the dog we currently have. And imagine once I get into clinics! So I think I can have Joe wait until Thanksgiving. Then he’ll see how busy we are and how little attention and care Riley is getting and realize that a second dog will only be a burden for us and it.
But still, it would be fun to have an animal that was ours. Something that we both got to pick out and care for. The idea of a weimeraner has been mentioned. It would definantly be something I think both of us could get behind. Maybe a rescued dog or a puppy. I wonder how much puppies are...hold on.
Between $400 and $800. Hmm...Rescue dogs are between $150 and 300. Maybe I’ll just have a baby instead...HA!
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on April 6, 2011.]
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