Dog Dreams

Since spending a week in mid-August with the Buboltz clan and their yellow lab Sam, our kids have been hounding us for a dog. (Yes, the silly pun was indeed intended.) For about 24 hours I seriously considered it - putting out of my mind that both John and I are allergic to dogs and the fact that Dave has vehemently told me over and over again that he will have no part of the whole dog thing.

Still, from Sunday morning until Monday morning I persisted in my thinking - especially after we told Sophie that dogowners have to clean up after their dogs and she could practice by picking up the deposits a neighborhood dog left on our front lawn. She did it willingly and quite enthusiastically. Then came the dog-like behavior - the walking John around with a leash, the barking language, and the canine eating behavior. Although they've behaved as dogs (and occassionally cats) for quite a few years, it hit home that Sunday evening when all three kids filled up bowls with water and food, hunched down on all fours and began lapping up their dinner right from the kitchen floor. More barking came later, as bath and bedtime rolled around.

Thankfully 6 AM pilates came bright and early the next day. As I stumbled out of bed, pulled on some clothes, brushed my teeth and barely made it to pilates on time I realized one thing - if we had a dog I would have gotten up 20 minutes earlier, taken the dog for a morning walk, picked up any droppings, fed it and then taken care of myself.

There went the dog dreams - sorry kids.