People looking for a warm-fuzzy came to the wrong place today. The story about our dog entering our home has no basis in my love for animals, but my extreme love for my husband and children. I have never particularly liked animals. Maybe a cute picture here or there, but not the actual, physical animal. Every couple years a trip to the zoo more than filled my animal interests.
Well, as our kids grew and we realized that a pet would be the next natural step, I actually found myself wanting my kids to have a dog.
Now, I think enough of her to actually have given her a reward when that memoir topic came around. And, I appreciate that she will eat any crumb of my food she can get her tongue on without a single complaint. She will devour it greedily. Makes a cook proud! Okay, and she is beautiful, even I admit that.
All in all, she has accomplished everything I hoped from a pet. My kids participate in taking care of her, they have one more warm body around for playing with, one that won't argue, and they are all comfortable around animals now. And the crate gives us a great place to keep the kids.
If I had it to do over again, would we have gotten a puppy? I won't answer that, the jury is still deliberating.