We spent part of our Spring Break in the mountains, which started this terrible train of thought, which might ominously be derailed and cause an explosion.
After our thoroughly traumatizing experience with having an 80 lb. high energy, playful, easily bored, and destructive, small-bladdered puppy in our 700 square foot apartment, while pregnant, David and I never thought we would want another dog again.
We loved her so much, nearly unconditional, considering all of the "punishments" she inflicted upon us when we failed to give her the attention she demanded, including, but not limited to destroying:
-30 pairs of shoes
-40 pair of underwear from Victoria's Secret
-a screen door
-dozens of hangers
-3 laundry baskets
-2 shower curtains
-4 bathroom and kitchen rugs
-4 pairs of $100+ jeans
Yes, it was bad. And we were very, very, stupid. And ill-prepared. And un-educated. And well-intentioned.
But, we loved her, she was a complete sweet heart, the most happy and loving dog, and never met a stranger.
However, this past weekend, we met the sweetest, calmest, prettiest English Springer Spaniel. Dmitri absolutely loved and adored it, of course. As did we.
So, the seed was planted that maybe one day, we do want another dog.
And this time, we will do our research, and take obedience classes from the beginning, and know what we are getting into, and NOT be pregnant.
Do you have a pet that terrorizes you or is he/she your best friend? Did you grow up with a dog that you have fond memories of? Or would you rather not clean up poop and throw up at 3 AM?
Have you ever regretted a decision to get a pet?