So for long term readers, you probably know the back stories. But for newbies, you’ll just have to do the research. Luckily, I’ve become “link-happy” since I’ve learned how to include links in my work. So for anyone to lazy too do the research using the old Dewey Decimal System (as usual, kids, GOOGLE IT), just click the links and you can catch up.
In May 2011, I posted an entry titled “Dr. Zack and Nurse Missy” about our cocker spaniel kids, Zack and Missy. They stood guard over Steven through his chemo and radiation, making sure he was watched while I was at work. They were part of his recovery and my sanity. It was a trying time when we lost those loveable fur balls and Steven and I were both heart broken. As a matter of fact, it took me eight months before I could write about their passing. When finally did, I still blubbered like a baby. Although I couldn’t blubber for long since we already had Maritza and Zoey running around needing attention.
It took me much longer to get to the posting about our life in between Zack and Missy and Zoey and Maritza. (By the way, the Z-M-Z-M initial thing was purely coincidental…how’s that for a kick in the butt?) But when I say Steven went crazy without dogs in our house, I mean that VERY literally. IT WAS TERRIBLE FOR A WHILE!With all that being said, let me just yank your leash back into line and let’s get back on topic. We’re talking dogs, we’re talking nuts and we’re talking about getting another Whippet. I’ve done all the calculations. I know that this great, big, beautiful, new king size Tempur-pedic bed is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever had. And one more Whippet will have me out on my ass, sleeping on the floor. I know there is plenty of room when the girls are curled up into cute little balls cuddling under the covers, but somehow when they fall fast asleep they expand with all fours straight out like Barbie’s arms and stretched to full capacity, they take up more room than I do. And Whippet World is roomy for Zoey and Maritza, but I don’t know if we could squeeze one more in there when we’re away. And I’m damn sure not going to let them run free in the house! I’ve seen Zoey jump almost over the kitchen counter when they start playing tag. And Maritza has the tendency to chase Zoey so fast that they can’t stop quick enough to avoid crashing into the kitchen cabinets. If they were left to roam free without human supervision, I’m sure my homecoming would involve an emergency trip to the vet! Of course, designer dogs means designer dog food…at $50.00 a bag. And we’d need it 1/3 faster if we got another. And the heartworm meds, and the vet trips and dog park admission and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I know all the reasons why we SHOULDN’T get another dog. And there’s only one reason why we should. Because I WANNA.
I can justify a puppy so easily. I can even convince myself that I’m doing it for the good of the girls. But the truth of the matter is that I want just one more chance to mold a puppy into the dog of my dreams. And what better time to do that than now, when I’m “between engagements,” so to speak. Why not spend some of this unemployed time doing something that might be stupid, but sounds like fun?
What the hell is wrong with me? Should I get another Whippet? Should I get a MALE this time? Should I get another breed? Should I just get my head examined?
What to do, what to do? To dog, or not to dog? That is the question. Do you have an answer?
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