How my brain fails near a cute animal
I am not a dog person. I get a little afraid of large (even medium) sized dogs. I also have a healthy fear of being bitten by any animal. I also think most puppies are ugly.
So why is it whenever I hear of or see a small dog in distress, my thoughts go toward adopting it?!
A family in our PEPS group is going off to Japan for a week and their dog sitter bailed on them last minute. They are asking for someone to step in and help. My immediate, gut reaction was to volunteer, and I don't even like the owner.
Their dog, Aki, is a beautiful, well tempered and trained Shiba Inu. We met her at the last PEPS gathering. She gets along great with babies.
I had to really wrestle the emotional side of my brain with logic.
Emo-me: "Must save cute dog! You could have a cute dog for a week!"
Logic-me: "The cats would want to kill it, or you, or both. Oh, and spray the house in retaliation."
Emo-me: "Just keep the cats upstairs. You already do that most days because they are scared of the baby."
Logic-me: "But then the cats get whinny. What about walking the dog?"
Emo-me: "You already take walks with Ezri."
Logic-me: "That require careful timing and planning. I can't whisk her off on a whim that easily."
Emo-me: "You have a large yard for the dog."
Logic-me: "With cocoa compost toxic to dogs and it is not fully gated/fenced."
Emo me: "Ooh. Um, more quick walks?"
Logic-me: "That also requires I scoop poop while handling a baby. NO. You lose."
Emo-me: "I concede defeat."
Thankfully, the reality of dog poop always saves me.
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