When Jon first talked about maybe getting another dog, I wrinkled my nose at the idea. “We don’t need another dog,” was my fist reaction. Then when he said he was thinking of a small dog I was even more against the idea.
I have nothing against small dogs. I’ve known some really nice small dogs. I’ve just never had one and have never really been interested in having one. I kinda felt like if I’m going to have small dog I might as well have a cat.
Jon had a few ideas for what kind of dog he was thinking of. But in I didn’t want any that have genetic problems, like not being able to breathe well, or being prone to having their eyes pop out, or not being able to naturally breed.
When he mentioned a Boston Terrier, I thought of the time when a friend brought her new Boston Terrier puppy to my house when I had Frieda. We were outside and that puppy chased Frieda, my Shepherd Rottweiler mix, around and around the house. I don’t know if Frieda was afraid of her, or just having fun. What ever was going on, that Boston Terrier impressed me.
What’s going to happen in the winter, I said to Jon, when we have three dogs and two cats in the house? Don’t you think that’s too many animals? And where will another dog spend her day? And a puppy, although really cute, is a lot of work. I’m not sure I want to go through that again.
Talk of another dog went on for a while, then it stopped. It seemed to go nowhere.
I came into the house this morning after getting a massage, feeling all gentle and open, and Jon had this picture of a Boston Terrier puppy on his computer.
It looked like a baby rabbit to me. And in my book a baby rabbit is right up there with baby goat. Not much else is cuter.
“His name is Leroy,” Jon said. “I just saw him at the Vet and he’s available.”
Sometimes you just know when something is right. You can just feel it. All my arguments about getting another dog flew out the window. All I was left with was this image of this Boston Terrier puppy that already seemed to belong to us.
I felt the same way as I did the moment I first saw a photo of Fate.
Jon and I are still talking about it. He’s very thoughtful when it comes to getting any animal. So he’s been researching the breed and we’ve been talking about the pros and cons of another dog. And there really are a lot of both.
Tomorrow I’ll get to see Leroy in person. For someone who never wanted a small dog, I’m pretty smitten already.