Tuesday July 5, 2006
I am a 43 year old woman with a 5 year old son who has the energy level of the EverReady Bunny.
He gets sick of trying to explain to me how to play rescue heroes, hot lava jumping, and placating him with book readings in all the different voices which is not satisfying him either.
He is bored playing alone and has started asking me for a baby which i am not too enthusiastic about most of the time.
So I got the idea ( mostly because of my own fond remembrances of my past with dogs while growing up) to possibly find him a dog. I approach the subject with my husband who wants to remind me that we had an agreement to wait til the oldest cat in the world has passed on to get a dog. I bring up the fact that she is now in her eleventy millionth year of life and senile their is no sign that she will be passing on soon. so if we wait our boy may well be into college before he gets a dog.
This conversation is taking place in the car where our boy mentions he wants a brother to play with so could we PLEASE get married again and have a baby? It makes sense in a way at least in his little mind because that's the usual procession of things. My husband looks at me with his mouth and lips pursed trying not to spit diet Coke out of his nose as i try to explain it all to the fellow in the back seat but finally give up and whisper to husband "Its about the dog...'
So I enlist the help of my best girl who is a HUGE dog lover and we begin with the help of the boy to wear Dad out, or down as you will.
Its a short trip, but he finally relents and offers up the terms of the deal which may be renegotiated at any time according to him.
1. No Yappers or dogs under 30 pounds. No taco bell dogs, or teacup or anything that's under 30 pounds because they are just to small, like a bug.
2. No dogs that are notorious for snapping, escaping, or higher energy than our boy as if that's possible.
3. No breeds that are high strung or runners that will be really clever back yard jail breakers and run away like a beagle, or a hound.
4. No gold miners, no chain saws, no unhousebroken or so smart they can use the cell phone to call in a order of steaks to be delivered.
5. No car chasers, cat harassers, or that pull your arm out of socket during walks.
6. No dogs who think that the midnight bark from Lady and the Tramp should last 24 hours a day simply because someone the next block over started it.
My dreams of a teeny ball of fluff in my designer bag are out the window....