I lived in apartments from the time I was born, until I was well into my marriage. When you live in most apartments, you cannot have pets; no good ones anyway. Generally, apartment dwellers only are allowed to have the little cheap ones (No offense to those lizard lovers, bird buffs, fish fans and hamster huggers). I mean, doesn’t every kid really want a dog? In an odd turn of events, when I was about 15 or so, my mother was approached by a friend to dog sit. I have NO IDEA how she managed that. We lived in the upper level of a grassless apartment complex. This was no little doggie…it was a small horse; a Shar Pei (one of those really wrinkly-faced dogs) mixed with something large like a Lab. Not necessarily the kind of dog I dreamed about having but a dog nonetheless. We got to keep “Mayling” for about a week. She was a very good dog but one day our landlords had decided that the dog in our apartment had overstayed its welcome.
Luckily, we never fully attached ourselves to this sweet dog.
When I got married, we lived in apartments for at least 10 years so dogs weren’t even an option. However, my husband made it completely clear that he had plenty of dogs growing up, they proved to only be work and a waste of money and therefore we would never have one. We would “have words” on occasion over this topic and no matter how much I pleaded, he would NOT budge. No Dogs. Period. Would it be that I would live my whole entire life without the precious companionship of a doggie? Doesn’t that sound pathetic to you? Yeah – That argument never worked on him.
One day, when I was sitting innocently at a baby shower, I got this series of texts from josh.
Text #1: [found a dog], (I was stunned and perplexed) immediately followed by text #2: […not kidding].
With complete fervor and intentionality, I stepped out and made the call. It was true, Josh was out and about with our son and found a dog that even HE couldn’t resist. This is where manipulation in a marriage can go sour. The dog in question was sitting in the window at the mall (disclaimer: we didn’t know mall dogs were a political “no-no” then). It was very expensive…very. I am the poor little rich white Mexican which, of course, means cheap. He thinks he has the perfect plan: concede to a dog that I would never bring myself to pay for and always be able to say that I had my chance and missed it. Of course, I am so desperate for a dog and know that I MUST capitalize on the moment so I say to myself “no matter what, just say yes…this is your one and only opportunity.” Up until now, my kids had lived the same sad dog-less existence. All three of us wanted this dog …BAD!
I can’t lie, paying for this dog did burn a little …OK a lot!- but I have never regretted our decision to get little Ruby Drizzle. She is Smart, regal and gorgeous. What good is a middle class backyard without a dog running out in it?