Growing up, my mother was a cat person. The idea of letting a dog in the house was simply a hard NO.
Then, once my husband and I married he explained how he'd always had a dog. To his credit, he did entertain a cat or two until he refused to getting a third. Instead, when I was getting ready to go off on maternity leave with Jukebox, we decided to get out first dog.
The methodology behind the decision was that I would be off work for sixteen weeks and I could house train a dog and change diapers as part of my daily routine. Well, my son slept through the night after three weeks, and I got up with the dog to take a leak in the night for almost six months!
Giggles aside, in all our decades together, the overall canine tally is nine. Three of those are still alive and living their best lives with us. It is in my will that the ashes we have accumulated be buried with my remains, and I don't think I will ever not have a dog in my life.
Because the truth of the matter is, a bond between and person and their pups is like no other. Not only are they our life long companions, they are always along for the ride no matter what ups and downs life brings
They personify unconditional love and I swear if you treat them right, they will love you more than they love themselves.
I'm a multipet companion person. At my age, I think maybe I should not add to my collection. Or maybe, I need to leave my pooches an inheritance.
ReplyDeleteI've had both although only a dog, a rabbit, and a parakeet as a kid. We are now, in our late 70s, down to just one dog. We recently had to put his playmate down due to cancer (age 6). We were devastated but are really pampering Cooper.
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