For quite a while, I've been trying to convince my husband that I - no WE - NEED a dog. I've tried various arguments and it just doesn't seem to work on him. Someone suggested I just bring one home like my friend's husband did... and I think after being married for 20 years, I've learned that isn't the way to win him over. (translated to: been there. done that. didn't work.)
We had a dog once. He keeps reminding me it didn't work. My response of course is that waaaaaaaaaay baaaaack then we lived in a 900 square foot bungalow with barely even running water. We have much more room now and plenty of yard for the sweet little bundle of joy to run around in.
He tells me we are gone too much. I tell him there are LOTS of workaholic families like us who have dogs and it works. really. well.
He asks me who will take care of it. To which, I of course, resort to the 9 year old side of me that says I'll do everything. I'll walk it. I'll feed it. I'll bathe it. I'll scoop it. You won't have to do. a. thing. To which of course, he knows, is so. very. untrue.
His birthday last week - I promised him I would get him a dog. Wouldn't that be sweet honey if I bought you a precious little puppy dog???? (grin)
I found out that our friends are going away for the weekend next weekend. They need someone to watch their dog. He wouldn't let me volunteer for fear that they would "forget" to pick it up.
This morning, I was telling one of the college students (see earlier post) about how much I would love to have dog. She said, all innocently "if you had a dog, wouldn't it's nails ruin the beautiful wood floor in your home".
My husband, knowing how obsessive compulsive I am about my floor, grinned from ear to ear. I think he felt like he had won the lottery in four states at one time.
Because, truthfully, it did make me stop and think for a minute.