Remember on Monday when I said that my work schedule wasn’t really conducive to dog ownership? Well, I was wrong. It is. It so is.
I’ve managed to cut back my teaching so that I’m only out of the house two nights a week, plus the occasional rehearsal or show on the weekends. Aside from that, I work from home pretty much all day, every day. And even though it’s always been my dream to have a home office, and I am rather pleased with how said office came out, it gets lonely. And boring. And by the time PIC comes home from work I’m so starved for companionship that I practically pounce on him. (Which he doesn’t always appreciate as much as you think he would…)
Also PIC has a normal 9-5 job so as long as he doesn’t spend too long at the gym after work, we can totally do this.
I mention all of this because having my parents’ dog for a week really did a number on us—in a good way. We were both happier, and nicer to each other, and generally more content (which is no small feat when you’re talking about two sometimes-okay-often moody people).
So now we want to get a dog.
We had initially decided to wait until we were married (especially because we’re planning a two week honeymoon and don’t want to have to find a sitter for that long) but after waking up this morning to empty dog pillows and cast off toys strewn rather forlornly across the living room floor, we started talking.
We could get a dog now.
But it’s a big decision, especially because PIC has never actually owned a dog before so I’ve explaining to him that we have to be on the same page about things (i.e. the couch is for humans only and we will never be the type to walk our dog off leash). I also know that we have to make sure we don’t spoil our potential future dog, because then when our potential future baby comes along, the dog will feel neglected and get traumatized and shelter dogs have already had enough trauma.