Okay, I confess it. I am not a dog person. (Though, I’m loathe to admit it, lest I be strung from the nearest power pole by dog lovers everywhere.)
But in the interests of full disclosure, here goes:
I don’t like them licking me, I don’t like the way they smell (or the way they make your house smell), I don’t like the way they leave fur everywhere, I don’t like the way they jump up on you and leave their drool and claw marks all over your clothes, I don’t like the way they destroy your shoes and poop on your carpet and …..oh let’s face it, I could go on and on.
At this point you’ve probably guessed I’m a bit OCD. And generally speaking, I just find dogs to be….well….ick.
So why in the name of everything holy, would I get a dog?
Hmmm….its hard for me to disentangle the melting pot of reasons that went into that decision, but I guess when it comes down to it, there was one big reason. Or two actually, since my progeny are two in number.
Yep, my kids wanted a dog. And when I say wanted a dog, I mean longed for, pestered me relentlessly for, and sloped their hang-dog, droopy eyed, heart-melting eyes at me mercilessly for years, in the hopes that I would cave and get a dog.
But still. I resisted.
I’m a responsible person. I know owning a dog is a big commitment. You can’t just take them back when you’ve had enough…..or can you?
A friend mentioned our local guide dog association had a sign out, proclaiming that puppies were available and they were looking for people to sign up for the puppy-walking program. This program, she told me, involved taking in the puppies for 12-18 months, at which point the puppies leave you to commence their formal guide dog training.
Hmmm….a chink in the armour.
The thought stayed with me. 12 to 18 months, eh? That’s not so long. I could do that. I could handle it.
With a heart full of doubts and concerns, I called up and got the low-down, then like a fool, I trotted along to the information session, and then to my everlasting surprise, I found myself handing in the application form.
By God, I could do it. I could become a dog person.
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P.S. Did I mention, I’ve never owned a dog before?