Remember a few entries ago where I wondered what kind of soulless bastard you'd have to be to not like puppies?
Turns out: me. I like puppies like l like children, it turns out: in 30 second doses, and only at their cutest and most well-behaved. For example, in photographs. LOL.
I just don't know what to do. I want Rebecca to be happy, and she's been dreaming about puppies the way some women dream about babies, or their weddings... like spending all her free time reading about them, or looking at pictures of them, or talking about them...
...but we brought home another one today, this one a Bassett Hound from a friend of one of my coworkers.. and it just made me miserable. Kept me awake (I've been working the graveyard shift), licked me so much I just felt covered with slime, made me take him out a million times to potty -- where he refused to poop and barked at the neighbors/other dogs/drug me around on the leash... and I just know he's not going to go for crate training and is going to be one of those who howls/barks when you're not home and gets separation anxiety... he FREAKED OUT when I put him in the backseat of the car instead of the front seat.. ugh.
I left an hour early for work to relieve Rebecca (we work at the same place, I'm her relief today) because I just wanted some peace and quiet and not have to watch the puppy like a hawk so he wouldn't pee or poop, and not have him jumping on me and licking me.. you know it's wrong when you're relieved to get to work.
The lady said we could bring him back if it didn't work out... but this would be dog #3 we've brought back to where we got it -- #1 to my sister, #2 from the pound, back to the pound, #3 back to this lady..
..but I almost feel like there were really good reasons on all of those, and maybe this one too... like maybe I don't hate puppies so much as we just haven't found the right one for us, yet.
Rebecca thinks she's being selfish for wanting a dog when I don't want one, but I feel the same way about not wanting to put the effort into taking care of one when she wants one so bad... so how do you compromise that, eh? One of us gets the opposite of what we want, either way, and knowing Rebecca, she'll want it to be her (by which I mean that if one of us has to be miserable and not get what we want, she'll want it to be her).. that's why I keep looking for the 'perfect' dog... one I can deal with, and that'll make her happy too.
Man, life is fucking hard, sometimes.
P.S. Maybe I'm just cranky and tired.
Turns out: me. I like puppies like l like children, it turns out: in 30 second doses, and only at their cutest and most well-behaved. For example, in photographs. LOL.
I just don't know what to do. I want Rebecca to be happy, and she's been dreaming about puppies the way some women dream about babies, or their weddings... like spending all her free time reading about them, or looking at pictures of them, or talking about them...
...but we brought home another one today, this one a Bassett Hound from a friend of one of my coworkers.. and it just made me miserable. Kept me awake (I've been working the graveyard shift), licked me so much I just felt covered with slime, made me take him out a million times to potty -- where he refused to poop and barked at the neighbors/other dogs/drug me around on the leash... and I just know he's not going to go for crate training and is going to be one of those who howls/barks when you're not home and gets separation anxiety... he FREAKED OUT when I put him in the backseat of the car instead of the front seat.. ugh.
I left an hour early for work to relieve Rebecca (we work at the same place, I'm her relief today) because I just wanted some peace and quiet and not have to watch the puppy like a hawk so he wouldn't pee or poop, and not have him jumping on me and licking me.. you know it's wrong when you're relieved to get to work.
The lady said we could bring him back if it didn't work out... but this would be dog #3 we've brought back to where we got it -- #1 to my sister, #2 from the pound, back to the pound, #3 back to this lady..
..but I almost feel like there were really good reasons on all of those, and maybe this one too... like maybe I don't hate puppies so much as we just haven't found the right one for us, yet.
Rebecca thinks she's being selfish for wanting a dog when I don't want one, but I feel the same way about not wanting to put the effort into taking care of one when she wants one so bad... so how do you compromise that, eh? One of us gets the opposite of what we want, either way, and knowing Rebecca, she'll want it to be her (by which I mean that if one of us has to be miserable and not get what we want, she'll want it to be her).. that's why I keep looking for the 'perfect' dog... one I can deal with, and that'll make her happy too.
Man, life is fucking hard, sometimes.
P.S. Maybe I'm just cranky and tired.
if it sucks. just find it a better home.
it shouldn't be a hard thing. could have a new best buddy.