Thursday, December 22, 2011


Show me a man (or woman) who doesn't melt at the sight of puppies and I'll show you a cold-blooded brute. I kid, I kid...
I, like most, enjoy cooing over puppies in pet stores but I rarely feel a desire to take one home with me. I can recognise the hard tasks that lie ahead - training, cleaning up after it, the barking at unconscionable hours - and I usually decide that these puppies will probably find a better home with a backyard and a patient family to muck in and take care of it. 
A few weeks ago, my thinking changed. I imagine this is what it feels like when your biological clock hits prime-time and you say to your partner: "Come here you, it's time to put a bun in this oven!" ...'Cause that's how the conversation goes, right?
This little guy (above) was a game changer for me. I finally found myself thinking I could handle the poop, the training and even if we traveled and had to leave it at home, I didn't immediately discount the idea of life with a pooch, instead thinking: "that's a bridge that we'll cross when the time comes"... Very maternal of me, no?
So I continued my pilgrimage to visit this little fellow at the pet store, crossing my fingers each time that he would actually be there. I was in denial about the fact that one day I would walk up to his cage to find a shih-tzu or moggy had taken his place and, as sure as the sun rises and sets each day, that day did come. The staff at Pets Paradise told me that he was sold and that the owners would be coming to pick him up after 2pm that day. Heartbroken, I called my better half and told him the news, all the while convincing myself (despite his continued denials) that he was the mystery buyer and that the little pooch might spring from one of the boxes I'll be unwrapping on Christmas day. Grief will do funny things to you. Anyway, I'm starting to go back to my old way of thinking that perhaps I don't have the time to devote to looking after a puppy (a coping mechanism?) but if I see a little puppy just like the one above, I can't be certain that this time I will walk away...

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