It would appear that the more children I have the less I care about dogs. In fact, at this point in my life, I would be so happy without a dog. There, I said it. I feel horrible about it. I used to fly home with my Casey from law school. She was my carry-on bag and sat under the seat in front of me. Of course, she had to stay with whoever I was staying with during my visit.
What was I thinking? First, anyone who plans to come see me: NEVER bring your dog to my house. While I realize that people put up with me and my dog, I promise, I won't put up with your dog. And if you come with a dog, plan on it staying outside. It doesn't matter how big, small, trained or perfect your dog is, it's NOT coming in my house. Here is my belated "I'M SORRY" to everyone who I forced my sweet, perfect Casey on. (Although really, she was such a sweetie and she was oh so perfect.)
I would like to think that Casey dying had such an effect on me that I can never really love another dog like that again, but that would be a lie. The reality is that I have four kids and a husband who all need a lot of attention and I don't have any leftover attention for pets anymore. Maybe that's bad, I call it honest.
I try to play with Lola (and this weather has made it much easier to do so) and won't get rid of her for two reasons: I don't give pets away and I can't stand kids that are p****** around dogs. If I have a dog, I figure my kids won't be the annoying ones. I do love that No David seems to love Lola as does the Baby Hulk.
In honor of St. Francis, I have made a vet appointment for Lola. I hope she appreciates this. Does this make me a better pet owner?