About a year ago we decided we wanted to get a dog. We wanted a female german to breed. They're smart, and very popular dogs. We knew they'd be easy to sell, and if for some reason they weren't, we could contact police stations, since german shepherds are often police dogs.
We wanted to wait a few months till it was warmer and the dog could stay outside most of the time. (I'm not what you'd call a pet person and was basically doing this to make Superman happy and get some extra cash every now and then.)
The very DAY we decided this, we got a surprise that night. Some people that Superman works with found out it was his birthday and that he was thinking about getting a dog. At 10 pm the doorbell rang and two of his co-workers were at the door with a puppy.
I was literally without words. This isn't like parents getting their kid a puppy for Christmas. This was making a major decision for adults!!! "Happy Birthday! Here's a 10 year commitment for you! Hope you like it!!"
We were shocked. Sure he was cute, but it was a puppy. A male golden retriever. Who I was now responsible for house breaking.
Fortunately, he turned out to be a pretty good dog. Very smart and obedient. Of course he did the usually messy stuff on the carpet and chewed one of my favorite shoes, but he grew out of it fast enough.
All together now: "Awwww, how cute!!!" Have I mentioned that Max is a good-lookin' pup? He really is. As far as we can tell, they paid about $400 bucks for Max. Quite a birthday present, eh? From two female co-workers. Good thing I know Superman's loyal!
Mid-summer he was big enough that he needed to spend the day outside. We decided to get a mate for him to play and eventually breed with. We found one just about a year older than him that we bought.
Lacey is...........not as good of a dog. She's just not as well-bred. And is simply a dumber dog. She isn't as obedient and just doesn't pick up on Superman's training very quickly. Or at all. Plus, she's really anxious. Always panting heavily and rarely laying down and relaxing. She just has to be wherever you are, begging for attention. (Still with the panting in your face. Lovely.) She's always trying to put her paw on your leg -- something she must've picked up from her previous owners that we absolutely HATE.
Anyway....................now that it's so cold outside, the dogs are spending the majority of the day indoors. The dogs are great with the kids, which is a huge plus. If they weren't we'd probably have to get rid of them. We have baby gates that we use to block off the kitchen where they sleep, and where we put them if we have company over.
But golden retrievers shed. A LOT. Their long blonde hair just falls off all over the house. I have to vacuum before they come in and once they leave so that the vacuum doesn't get clogged. Though it still does. I have now fashioned my own personal vacuum unclogger from a wire hanger. Works quite nicely.
Except that I shouldn't have to unclog my vacuum every other day!!!!
And Max is now turning into a man, if you know what I mean. ALL the time. It's kind of amusing and disgusting all at the same time. Poor Lacey just puts up with it. (Just another reason I'm afraid of my boys being teenagers!!)
At any rate, having the dogs inside has definately changed my household behavior. I'm a better housekeeper, because if I'm not, the dogs will get to it. No laundry lying about, no dishes left on the table, or in the sink. Toys have to be put up. The only thing that's now dirtier is the kitchen. They track in quite a bit of mud, which I just can't bring myself to mop when I know it's going to be filthy again in 2 hours. (Though I suppose that's the tale of all housework -- you clean it up, even when you know it's just going to get dirty again.)
Oh. And sitting downwind of a dog?
I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.
I know some of you have pets. Am I just damaged because I didn't grow up with pets and therefore don't have the great love for them? Are they a part of your family or something to keep your kids (or husband) happy? Do you clean up after them just like you do with your kids, or is it different?