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October 8, 2008 - Kylie Saari
My kindness has been rewarded, and this time, it was with a dumped dog.
A couple weeks ago, my husband came home and asked if I wanted a dog. Understand, dear reader, that this question came from a man who moved out of his parents house as a teen because they bought a dog and he didn't want it around. (Granted, he was allergic to it.) Nevertheless, in the last 15 years he has come around, and when his co-worker asked him if he wanted hers, he thought he wanted to give it a try.
I, however, grew up with dogs, and know that it is a long, time consuming effort, and while it is often times worth it, my dh, dd, and ds have never come home to a home occupied by a bored dog or spent freezing winter nights outside walking one - not to mention the thankless task of keeping the yard cleaned up.
So we came to an agreement. Let's dog sit the animal for a weekend. Then we can talk about if we really, really, want one.
The problem is, after the dog's owner agreed to let us dog sit for the WEEKEND, she called to let us know she no longer wanted the dog and we were stuck with it.
So, now I have a dog.
After just over a week and a half, the very timid animal has begun to come out of its shell and is acting a bit like a dog, not a statue that hides. He even played with dd last night instead of trembling at her.
Despite my husband's lack of dog experience, he has been dutifully taking Doogan outside every night and every morning and researching everything anyone wanted to know about the breed.
Doogan just might work out for us. But I will certainly think twice before offering to dog sit again.
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