Sunday, February 15, 2009

Why Do I Always Have To Be The Bad Guy?

I'll be the first to admit that I'm a sucker for a four legged friend in need. This doesn't help when your certain that your spouse was a dog in a previous life. He's a bigger sucker than I am and it's his fault for making me the sucker I am.

Hubs had mentioned that a lady at his work just had a baby and was now to overwhelmed to handle baby and beast. This led to; can we bring her home (the beast not the lady..cause that would be odd) and see how things are going to work? Cause if it doesn't work out than you know we'll turn around and take her back. Which just makes me a glutton for punishment or guilt. Whichever comes first.

I of course didn't want to have anything to do with dealing with another dog. Annie is my boy and I cannot have some other dog come in and think that she's gonna make me love her too and want to dress her in bandanna's and feel less left out now that we have a "girl". That kind of thinking is just not gonna fly with me.

The poor lady brought her beastly dog in Friday night and she of course had to lay the guilt on by bringing the baby with her. I had seen pictures of the dog but didn't anticipate the jolly brown giant. I should have put two and two together when hubs told me she was half German shepherd and half grey hound. You know a dog is huge when it literally steps over your medium sized dog without half a thought to it.

We've had Riley through the weekend. Though she is a sweetheart, she does have her "control issues" in that, she already thinks she owns the place and gives me this look and bark at that says "Yo woman I'm the boss around here now." Uh yeah I can't have that. She certainly tries to put Anakin in his place as well, probably because he is significantly younger. Poor boy had his bed taken right out from under him last night.

The boys (all of them) are becoming quite attached already to her and are laying the guilt trip on me. The hubs and I talked about it and she is just way more dog than we I can handle. When we travel to my parents, the dog comes with us. There would be no way we could take the giant with us on such trips, unless we could stow her on the luggage carriage on top of the van. Plus there's just so much uncertainty about our living conditions (which is a post for another day) that it would be impossible to find a place that would take two dogs especially a dog the size of Goliath. I'm not saying that we're moving anytime soon..I just have to look into the far off future. There's never guarantees on anything in this day in age.

So I have to be the bad guy and say the dog can't stay. I hate doing that because if there was less doubt in my mind about a lot things than I would certainly think about it but I just don't think now is a good time.

3 comments:

Krista said...

Aw, I'm sorry you have to be the bad guy. But I can understand. My hubby brought home a kitten last spring (for me even) and I had to say no because I can't handle breaking the apartment rules (no pets) even though it was so sweet of him to do it.

Jen E @ mommablogsalot said...

Yeah it sucks being the bad guy but it would suck worse to just live with it and deal with it even when you hated all the sacrifices you'd be making.

The Mom said...

I hate being the bad guy. But that's part of the job description, right? LOL I won't have indoor pets, and we don't have a fenced in back yard, so darn it, no dogs! LOL

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