I’ve never been a dog person.
In fact, I’ve never understood dog people.
I mean, they smell.
{the dogs…not the dog people. although, some of them….maybe.}
They cost money.
They shed.
They poop, and not neatly in a toilet like I prefer.
But once we had kids, who were born TOTAL dog people, I tried so hard to change.
I tried 2 times to change, with 2 different dogs.
And sadly, neither of them quite worked out.
The first was evil.
Like, scary evil.
The second was sweet, but needy.
Like, he reminded me of an ex boyfriend kind of needy.
And when Chloe was born, and he started peeing all over the house (also kind of like an ex boyfriend), we decided we needed to find him a home where he could be the only boyfriend/dog.
At this point, our friends expressed concern over us ever having another dog.
And by concern, I mean, blatant Facebook wall messages saying,
“DO NOT GET ANOTHER DOG OR ELSE.”
That may or may not have been because I made those people promise to,
“NEVER LET ME GET ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE THINGS AGAIN!!!!”
{you dog people are cringing that i called them “things” aren’t you?}
It’s just that kids kind of have a way about them.
And when you see them joyous and happy, you suddenly feel as though you will do absolutely ANYTHING to see that emotion again.
{especially with Taylor, being that he is such a “tortured soul.”}
So, when we were visiting my sister in Texas and we saw our children laughing and playing and running and hugging with DOGS, we knew we had to try again.
Only this time, we kept our friends and facebook out of it.
After a quick search on craigslist, we found our prospect.
But I was firm that we were ONLY going to take her for a test run.
A weekend, and then most likely we would give her back and nobody would know we were ever so dumb as to think we could try again.
Except that just moments within seeing her, I was in love.
Like, head over heels, lick my face all you want, love.
Okay, not really lick my face (i’ve seen where their mouths go), but it was serious.
I mean she had me at, High Five.
Then bang bang (she plays dead), totally sealed the deal.
And while I tried to keep my cool and pretend I wasn’t sure, by Day two I was pleading alongside my kids to Jimmy, begging if we could keep her.
He was taken as well, and the deal was done.
I made the call, Stella was staying.
Now?
I totally get dog people.
She loves me. She soothes me. She comforts me. And did I already say, she loves me?
Cause she totally does.
And when she went missing for a few hours the other night?
And Taylor told me with tears in his eyes that he felt like his had lost me or his daddy….
I SOBBED.
I am officially a dog person.
She’s the perfect mix of sweet and fiesty (which totally makes her one of the family), and I feel extra protected now that she’s here.
I may not have been born this way, but nevertheless….here I am.
A dog person.
Out of the closet.
And now, you may welcome me with open arms.
© 2011 “Le Musings of Moi”
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Im a total dog person.. shes is adorabble!!
LOVE IT!
I loooooooove doggies, and she’s adorable! Congrats on your new addition 🙂
She is so pretty! I am glad you found that perfect pup that can add that love that only a doggie can.
She’s so cute! So glad you found a good one!
I never had a dog till I started dating my fiance, always a cat person and though I loved dogs they seemed like so much work! But I wouldn’t trade that dog for anything in the world 🙂
Welcome to the club. 3 dogs are laying next to me as I type this!
A dog with issues can make it not so fun. Glad you found a keeper!
What breed is she?
Awwww, Summer what a sweet post!! I’m totally a dog person (times two). Love me some pups! So I expect to see 2012 Christmas cards with sweet little Stella on the front. Preferably dressed in some sort of cute costume. Welcome to crazy dog people world! 🙂
I’m not a dog person at all either, but she looks adorable. I think I could like her. j/k