The loss of Puddy leaves a rather animal shaped hole in our domestic arrangement. Although there is a rather stinking stray cat called Broke Back Bob trying to muscle in, there has been talk in this household of getting a dog. The paramour and I are experienced dog owners and as I work from home it would mean there would be someone here 24/7. The talk now is what to get, if we get any.
Verily I have long wanted either a French Bull Dog or a pug. Frenchies are rare in Ireland, although I know of two excellent breeders. But being the sort of folk we are the likelihood is that should we take a dog we will most probably go the rescue route and rehome one.
But rehome what?
We have a good-sized enclosed garden, I am the sort of person who runs daily, and would take said dog with me. But we have cats, so that might rule out say, a greyhound –poor things are crying out for homes –though. A collie might be too much work, same for a springer, a Lab or Lab cross might work, same too with any other mixed breeds, we are not averse to Staffys, or any other ‘restricted breed’ dog wither as having owned a Dobermann before I know how much hogwash that particular law is based on.
I think we might go with an older dog. Puppies are adorable and all that jazz, but they also chew, wee and poo with abandon. They don’t like to be left alone without planning great destruction. Also the cats might get uppity with a pup.
Well, I shall mull it over. Our animals tend to be long-lived, so I want to be sure I have 10-15 years to devote to a dog, because if I got one at all it would be for life. The really pathetic part though is I rather like the idea of unseating The Bigger of the Cats from his current position of King of All He Surveys.
That might teach him not to use me a his personal pin cushion.