The Great Pet Debate
The kids want a pet. A dog, specifically.
They've asked so many times. They daydream out loud about what they would name a dog if they had one. They make kissy faces at the dogs in the park and loudly pat their laps to try and lure an unsuspecting puppy into their waiting arms, all while batting their eyes at me.
I am not immune to this. I love animals. I want a dog too. It's just that it hasn't been that long since we lost Lilly - and I'm not sure I am ready to open my heart up to another animal again. It hurt too much last time.
Plus, you know, we need a bigger house first. I mean, we are totally crammed into this one, you know? Adding a dog to the mix would just be over-the-top insanity. If we could just find a house with a bigger yard, more space, maybe then we can get a dog.
And then there is the issue of naming a pet. If my daughter has her way, the dog would be named "Rainbow" or "Cutie". Last time she mentioned it, "Flower" was the current front runner. Of course my son has his own ideas for names, including "Chippy", "Hulk", and "Yoda". Yoda is actually kind of cute, I think, but I imagine it would get old, fast.
Our kids are finally at the age where they sleep. Not only do they sleep, but if they wake up early, they entertain themselves until a reasonable hour so that we can sleep in. It's awesome. I was certain that we wouldn't see those days again for 18 years but now, at 5 and 6, it seems we have gotten an early reprieve. So a dog standing at the edge of my bed, yapping to go outside at 6 am, seems like torture. I'm so not a morning person.
I have to admit, while I miss Lilly, I don't miss cleaning up after her, taking her to vet appointments, and worrying about who will watch her if we decide to take a quick weekend getaway. Forget weekends, we couldn't even spend the day at Disneyland if we had a puppy - those things don't feed and walk themselves (do they? If so then I might reconsider...)
Clearly I have every excuse in the book and it boils down to the fact that I'm just not ready. For the first time since I was a young child there isn't a single animal living in my home and it's kind of nice. No one to soil the carpet, no hair on my black dress when I leave the house, and no one barking to wake me up in the middle of the night.
I like the quiet. I like low-maintenance.
But they want a pet. Bad.
So, we got them one. Actually, two. We built a terrarium and adopted a pair of snails. The kids named them QT (cutie) and Teach. (See what I mean about the naming thing?)
Snails count, right? I wasn't sure if I should feel guilty or pleased when my daughter wouldn't leave the side of the terrarium for 2 hours and sighed happily at Morgan "I'm SO happy to have a pet!"
I think I'll just go with pleased. It's easier.