A very unexpected scenario has played out over the last two days surrounding a chocolate Labrador puppy that I have not even met.
I had always wanted a dog especially since the family dog died quite a few years ago in a Marley and me fashion. It was all very sad and Abbie, my black, rather old Labrador had to be put down. As both my husband and I worked full time we thought cats would be better suited to our lifestyles. So for a birthday gift one year I was given two, very cute, black, Siamese cross bred kittens that I still have today.
About a year ago my husband landed a job where he consulted as a financial adviser and worked mainly from his home office. We quickly realised this situation meant we could in fact have a dog. It was decided that we should wait until the cats died before we did that. Our cats are now 8 and still have plenty of life left but I am getting very impatient.
Our current lives and situation is screaming out for a dog. We regularly take long walks in large woodland areas, holiday in places where dogs are allowed and have a very pet friendly home.
My daughters 4th birthday is approaching and a dog is all she asks for. Then yesterday during conversation it transpires that my friend's dog walker has two chocolate Labrador puppies that he has to home separately. She explained that obviously he would need to meet us and maybe spend some time with the family to make sure we could give him a good home. Of course the dog had to like us too!
Speaking to my husband, who is usually the impulsive one, he listed out the practicalities and pointed out that with a baby on the way this really wasn't a good time.
Overnight I seem to have really latched onto the idea. Today I tried various blackmailing techniques to persuade my husband like sending him pictures of what he probably looks like and I even put a proposal together about how we would manage and afford him.
...It didn't work. I am now admitting defeat and cannot justify getting a new pet if the whole family doesn't want one. Heartbroken doesn't even begin to cover it and my husband is banned from talking about it.
It is probably for the best but is there ever a right time for a dog?
I had always wanted a dog especially since the family dog died quite a few years ago in a Marley and me fashion. It was all very sad and Abbie, my black, rather old Labrador had to be put down. As both my husband and I worked full time we thought cats would be better suited to our lifestyles. So for a birthday gift one year I was given two, very cute, black, Siamese cross bred kittens that I still have today.
About a year ago my husband landed a job where he consulted as a financial adviser and worked mainly from his home office. We quickly realised this situation meant we could in fact have a dog. It was decided that we should wait until the cats died before we did that. Our cats are now 8 and still have plenty of life left but I am getting very impatient.
Our current lives and situation is screaming out for a dog. We regularly take long walks in large woodland areas, holiday in places where dogs are allowed and have a very pet friendly home.
My daughters 4th birthday is approaching and a dog is all she asks for. Then yesterday during conversation it transpires that my friend's dog walker has two chocolate Labrador puppies that he has to home separately. She explained that obviously he would need to meet us and maybe spend some time with the family to make sure we could give him a good home. Of course the dog had to like us too!
Speaking to my husband, who is usually the impulsive one, he listed out the practicalities and pointed out that with a baby on the way this really wasn't a good time.
Overnight I seem to have really latched onto the idea. Today I tried various blackmailing techniques to persuade my husband like sending him pictures of what he probably looks like and I even put a proposal together about how we would manage and afford him.
...It didn't work. I am now admitting defeat and cannot justify getting a new pet if the whole family doesn't want one. Heartbroken doesn't even begin to cover it and my husband is banned from talking about it.
It is probably for the best but is there ever a right time for a dog?
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