LJ Idol Season 11: Introduction
I didn't want another dog.
We had, at the time, four cats and one dog. I was happy with that balance. The kitties were more than enough work. And I remembered, far too clearly, how difficult housebreaking a dog can be. Vala, the aforementioned dog, was actually easier to housebreak than the late Roo-dog, but still. Puppies are a lot of work.
But.
My husbeast had always wanted a Great Pyrenees. And I have a weak spot for them, because yeah, I watched that cartoon as a kid. Which is how I found myself holding a wee ball of white fluff with a tiny black nose in the library at the college. I didn't want another dog. And yet, I could not resist this face to save my life.
That first introduction was rather hilarious. We met the husbeast's friend at the library. NO DOGS ALLOWED. And yet, there we were, with our tiny terror charming the pants off the librarians. Everyone wanted to pet her. Several people asked where we'd gotten her. She sprawled out on the counter and fell asleep, with about a half-dozen people petting her.
And I, the "no, no, we don't need another dog!" person... well, I was utterly in love. In the next week, we'd learn she had a pretty awful UTI. Trying to housebreak her was an exercise in futility until we got that under control. And then she got into a fire ant mound and we had to rush her to the emergency vet. It was a comedy of errors at first.
We worked through it. We got her housebroken. We worked on 'sit' and 'down' and politeness. And a personality emerged. Headstrong, extremely opinionated, and nosy. But also sweet, funny, and super cuddly. Husbeast blames me for the last part, and I'll take that blame.
I never wanted a 100# lap dog, but now that I've gone one I wouldn't trade her for the world.
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We had, at the time, four cats and one dog. I was happy with that balance. The kitties were more than enough work. And I remembered, far too clearly, how difficult housebreaking a dog can be. Vala, the aforementioned dog, was actually easier to housebreak than the late Roo-dog, but still. Puppies are a lot of work.
But.
My husbeast had always wanted a Great Pyrenees. And I have a weak spot for them, because yeah, I watched that cartoon as a kid. Which is how I found myself holding a wee ball of white fluff with a tiny black nose in the library at the college. I didn't want another dog. And yet, I could not resist this face to save my life.
That first introduction was rather hilarious. We met the husbeast's friend at the library. NO DOGS ALLOWED. And yet, there we were, with our tiny terror charming the pants off the librarians. Everyone wanted to pet her. Several people asked where we'd gotten her. She sprawled out on the counter and fell asleep, with about a half-dozen people petting her.
And I, the "no, no, we don't need another dog!" person... well, I was utterly in love. In the next week, we'd learn she had a pretty awful UTI. Trying to housebreak her was an exercise in futility until we got that under control. And then she got into a fire ant mound and we had to rush her to the emergency vet. It was a comedy of errors at first.
We worked through it. We got her housebroken. We worked on 'sit' and 'down' and politeness. And a personality emerged. Headstrong, extremely opinionated, and nosy. But also sweet, funny, and super cuddly. Husbeast blames me for the last part, and I'll take that blame.
I never wanted a 100# lap dog, but now that I've gone one I wouldn't trade her for the world.
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth. There are
comments there. You may comment there, or here.