So there Brian and I are, in our back yard, enjoying the warm weather after the kids had gone to bed, when our neighbors come out. We knew one of their dogs had had puppies; they had offered one to both of us, separately, on a few occasions, we both basically said the same, “No thanks, we are done with dogs.” But tonight, tonight was different…they brought the puppies outside. I’m a sucker for puppies, and before we even got out of our seats, Brian had named him. I knew then we were toast. So what started out as a “Should we??” conversation turned into “Let’s do a test run for 24 hours with him…starting tomorrow morning” which somehow morphed into us asking if we could have some food so we could take him now! This all went down in one night. Fine, 30 minutes if we are being honest.
In summary, we kept him for a week, then realized that our original plan of no more dogs was a good one for our family. We loved that little dog, but he wasn’t going to be happy with 3 young kids. We had to give him back…
We don’t regret our decisions…either one of them! We are glad we tried again..and we are glad we failed again!
But, in our defense, YOU try to walk away from this:
SP asked, “Why does Daddy have a dog?” when she woke up the next morning. Berkley, whose first word was “doggggggie!” was his bane cause she so wants to love on him, and Beckham was great with him, but he still spent his days hiding underneath our bed. He told me at the end of day one with dog, “I can’t believe we have a REAL dog!”
All 3 kids had very different tactics. Berkley stole his bed and bounced in it.
Becks loved him and was so sweet to him. He did get to take him to Show n Tell!
Sadie Piper was his little mommy. She’s always concerned about where he was, even when we would leave the house. She wanted to take him out to pee (which would have been super helpful, except that he wouldn’t, he would just run back to the door), wanted to fill up his food bowl, let him out when we got home, and just generally stay close to him. He was not a fan of this.
(Girl likes to take her pants off when she naps when it’s hot, and sometimes she forgets to put them back on)
Brian told me he took the cutest picture of SP in the car with Rooney (that’s what we named him. We started off with Pip, but since he’s a little dog, he didn’t need a little name). I looked at it:
Then told him to look on MY phone. I had taken the exact same picture the day before!! (Even the same expression! Different outfit though to prove it’s not the same pic!)
This picture was not staged. It’s my husband wearing a Manchester United jersey, drinking from a Man U mug with his dog named Rooney and his son named Beckham (who was not wearing it, but also owns a Man U jersey). And he said, “I’m really not a huge fan.” Then he drove off in his car with the Man U license plate in the front, after he slept that night on his Man U pillow case…
After we gave him back, Beckham asked us, “If I hide under the bed, can I go live with the neighbors too?”