Since the deaths of my two beloved dogs last January, I have been longing for another furry friend. But my husband, John, who is a sensitive soul, has resisted. “I can’t go through the loss again,” he said.
I respected his feelings and didn’t want to push. However, by June I couldn’t stand being dogless for another minute so I started a wheedling-and-cajoling campaign.
“A house isn’t a home without a dog,” I told John. “I am desperate for fur therapy.”
But by August I’d worn him down a little: “Well, maybe eventually…” he said.
Since I was leaving on a trip in October, I ratcheted up my cajoling to begging. “You’ll be home alone when I’m gone. Please, please, let’s get a dog to keep you company.”
“I’ll be fine by myself. We can talk about a dog when you get back.”
When I get back?! So he was willing to discuss it! That was progress.
In November we did finally talk about a dog, but by then I’d changed my mind. My novel would be coming out in January, and for the next few months I wouldn’t have a minute to walk, bathe, or feed anyone. Also in the spring John and I planned two more trips. It wouldn’t be fair to adopt a dog and then leave her so soon, we agreed.
But come next summer, it’s Katy, bar the door! Do or die! Until then John and I are trying to decide: What kind of dog? Adult or puppy? And where will we get our future family member? There’s a lot to think about.
Recently, when combing online rescue sites, more questions came to me. John and I have had five German shepherds and adore the breed, but our last two suffered terrible orthopedic problems. Can we bear to watch someone we love go through that misery again? Not long ago I fell in love with a goldendoodle, but a dog-trainer friend said that the breed is hard to manage. Is that true? What about a purebred golden since one named Grace stars in my new novel? Or how about an adorable Humane Society mutt?
Though so far we have no answers, John reassures me that the perfect dog will present itself online or in the flesh. Now all I have to do is wait and trust that a wagging tail is in my future. My perfect dog and I will find each other. I can hardly wait!