home is where the doggies are...
So.. we have three dogs right now. And one cat. And the house feels, less full. I think the problem is that for the last seven years we have had at least at least two large dogs, and for the first five, that was three large dogs. And I have to say, I miss my large doggies. They're fun and easy, sweet and friendly, and I have really grown to love having them.
Don't get me wrong, all of our pets are loved, the two shih tzus are hilarious, and oh so snugglable, charlie the cat (she's a girl) is beautiful and prissy, and wants attention in the worst possible ways (can you say cleaning her teeth on your toes?! EGH!! Or she loves to rub her lovely long ragdoll fur against poppa's leg hair, which then entwines her shed fur with his leg hair, which completely annoys him!) And our lab mix? She is the greatest dog ever. She's fantastic with the kids, and such a sweet friendly energetic furball with her big ole otter tail that whomps you if you get in the way.
But somehow... I miss my big doggies, plural. I miss stepping over big ole piles of fur, and getting loved on and stomped when we play. And Meg was playing with the baby dogs, and just whomping the heck out of soosyQ, and I realized, she really does need someone her own size, and really, isn't that our family tradition? To get a puppy for the older dog to help train? And I'm starting to look so that maybe we can find the right one and add to our herd after this month.
Now, I know Mike is all, we have enough fur and kids and need no more, but... I guess I'm just a weirdo. I love having the animals. I love having the kids too. They're all trouble and don't listen sometimes, and everyone gets sick, but... really, at what cost love? It hurts so badly to lose them, but they enrich our lives so much. We learn how to love from dogs, or maybe, we should.
Don't get me wrong, all of our pets are loved, the two shih tzus are hilarious, and oh so snugglable, charlie the cat (she's a girl) is beautiful and prissy, and wants attention in the worst possible ways (can you say cleaning her teeth on your toes?! EGH!! Or she loves to rub her lovely long ragdoll fur against poppa's leg hair, which then entwines her shed fur with his leg hair, which completely annoys him!) And our lab mix? She is the greatest dog ever. She's fantastic with the kids, and such a sweet friendly energetic furball with her big ole otter tail that whomps you if you get in the way.
But somehow... I miss my big doggies, plural. I miss stepping over big ole piles of fur, and getting loved on and stomped when we play. And Meg was playing with the baby dogs, and just whomping the heck out of soosyQ, and I realized, she really does need someone her own size, and really, isn't that our family tradition? To get a puppy for the older dog to help train? And I'm starting to look so that maybe we can find the right one and add to our herd after this month.
Now, I know Mike is all, we have enough fur and kids and need no more, but... I guess I'm just a weirdo. I love having the animals. I love having the kids too. They're all trouble and don't listen sometimes, and everyone gets sick, but... really, at what cost love? It hurts so badly to lose them, but they enrich our lives so much. We learn how to love from dogs, or maybe, we should.