Our Christmas adventures finally came to a close yesterday. We travelled to New York, back home, then to Ohio and as of last night, are home for a while. Thankfully.
I'm kinda over traveling with kids.
Everywhere we went was full of people; our families and several dogs. I've really overcome big dog fears in the past couple years, in part to my BIL and SIL who live nearby with a quite large dog. I'm proud of myself for being able to be in the same room with them and not climb up on the highest piece of furniture. But I don't necessarily like them. Nor do I think I ever will.
The minute we found out Cooper was a boy, I was ecstatic. Followed by a my heart sinking at the thought of him one day wanting a dog.
My MIL always tells me about the note my hubs wrote her, explaining how he would take care of a dog, if they got him one. He would feed it, walk it, everything. But what did I see when I went to their home for the first time? My husband didn't any more take care of that dog than fly to the moon. He didn't even live there anymore and his parents were left taking care of his dog.
So while I was driving yesterday, I heard a little voice in the backseat.
"I don't like dogs that irritate me. Sophie (my sister's dog) irritates me. She licks me."
Phew. He doesn't want a dog. "Yeah, Mommy doesn't like dogs licking me either, Coop."
"But I do like the dogs that don't irritate me."
"Someday, I really want to have a dog."
It has happened. I've dreaded my sweet children looking at me with those big, sad eyes, begging for a dog. Begging for an animal that will cover my house with hair, ruin the hardwood floors I have an unhealthy love for and poop all over my yard. I just didn't expect it to happen yet.
So the hubs tells him, "okay, we'll talk about it." No! Doesn't that means we'll do it?!
Anyone have suggestions for a dog that doesn't shed, who doesn't have nails to ruin the floors and that a non-dog lover could potentially someday maybe kinda like?