“A man is incomplete
Until he is married.
After that, he’s finished.”
Zsa Zsa Gabor
I knew that when I married my husband, pets of various kinds would come to live with us. The man loves animals. Especially dogs.
I’ve always had a dog as a kid.
Like so many newly married couples, we got a practice dog before kids. The kids and the dogs followed over a lifetime.
I like big dogs. I miss Frankie, our yellow lab, who died just as we retired, but I love the freedom of being able to go anywhere for days without having to make arrangements for Frankie. I like the bonus, too, of not having to vacuum dog hair from my area rugs.
I stood my ground for three years refusing to house another pet, even a goldfish. And then I caved to my husband's pleas.
“You can have a dog if you promise to be its master, feed him and be the one to walk him.” Check.
“You can have a dog if you rebuild the old chicken coup and make it a comfortable dog house when he’s outside.” Check.
“You can have a dog if you rebuild the back deck and build it as pretty as you did the front deck.” Check.
“You can have a dog if you promise me that you will still prefer me over the dog.” Check.
A few weeks ago, Tom found his new companion. On his umpteenth trip to the Sedona Humane Society, they remembered his criteria. The dog can’t be too big or too small; it has to be middle size with floppy ears, short hair and no yippy barking.
The transition becomes easier with each day and even I get a kick out of our dog jumping in between us on the couch, giving Tom a slobbering kiss and then giving one to me.
The Humane Society guessed that Bruno is two years old and house broken. He’s had some accidents but I guess that’s to be expected. They were not sure, but suggested that he’s part Beagle and Pembroke Corgi.
Once, the UPS man delivered a parcel on our doorstep. I was working in the kitchen wearing my Bluetooth headphones; I didn't hear him. Bruno did and barked!
Bruno barks when strangers step into our home. Even family. I wonder how he will do when three-year-old Amy visits.
Happy Father’s Day, Tom, and to all the dads out there!