Monday, October 21, 2013

About This Dog


posted by Beck

We've mentioned this a few times, but yeah, we got a dog. Here's how it went down.

Back in June JP called me one day after work and told me he wanted to go and look at a dog that had wandered onto a friend of a friend's property. The people had waited a couple of weeks, done their due diligence and no one claimed the dog. They weren't able to keep her, but wanted to see her go to a good home.

"No," I said.

"I'm just going to go look at it," he said.


"No dog," I repeated. "I will divorce you." (I realize one should make light of the "D" word, but I was semi- serious.) I did not need another thing to take care of at this point in my life and, to be honest, I'm just not a dog person.

He proceeded to woo me with his usual JP-ness until I gave him permission to go see the dog, but was still adamant that there would be no dog coming to our house.

A couple of hours later, the boys and I were at my in-laws discussing the dog when I learned that JP has sent his dad a video of the dog sitting, laying down and shaking hands on command. I watched it, aaaaannnnndddd, I have to admit, I was impressed. The in-laws were encouraging. This was a free dog. A free, trained dog. A dog who would absolutely live outside or in a crate and would bring us protection.

You know how this ends. We got a dog. A dog who sleeps on the floor of our room or our children's rooms and NOT outside, in a crate, OR in the laundry room as previously agreed upon. A dog who wakes ME up when she wants to go outside at 3am because I am on the side of the bed closest to the door and the lightest sleeper (I'm convinced that moms of small children don't get REM sleep).


All that to say, she's an amazing dog. A German Shepherd. Probably 3 or 4 years old. She's super mellow, rarely barks, and has a remarkably strong bladder. She's great with the boys (and the cat) and we love her. JP has stayed true to his word. He cleans up all the poop and takes care of most of her needs, and when I occasionally whack him on the arm in the middle of the night to tell him HIS dog needs to go out, he usually does it without grumbling.

And, I have to admit, I really do like having her around.