Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Shakes, Jakes and Pancakes
Every New Year our family sets a big list of family goals. Last year, in a fit of rage when the hubs wasn't around much.......I tore up the 2010 goals and shoved them deep into the trash can. No one noticed. This year one of the goals that everyone but me decided might be acceptable was to get a dog.
I apologize right now for any dog lovers out there. I used to be one when I was little and had my own dog. Now I live in reality. I am not a dog lover. Gasp..... I would rather bear 4 more children and raise them to adulthood. I would rather have a rat. I would rather.....do a lot of things.
Despite the fight I put up, we have a dog. Some of my requirements for a dog were; he could not be mobile...no amublation of any form. He could not eat or defecate. He could not be conscious. He could lay on a dog bed and not move. He could not dig. He could not chew. He could not live in my house EVER. He could not bark. My neighbor upon hearing the requirements for a dog sent me to Cabela's to find a stuffed animal. I did not laugh. I appreciated her insight. Of my crucial demands, these were met; he does not chew, he does not dig, he has a dog bed.
His name is Jake. He is an Irish Setter. He is the size of a colt, maybe bigger. He is 6 years old......score 1 for me. He hardly barks. He is very sweet natured. He is almost what I was looking for except that his heart beats. We found him on KSL and jumped the gun a little when he seemed to be what we were looking for. We don't have a fenced yard......so Jake is a house dog:( Jake loves me and it makes it very hard to not love him back. He wants to sleep with me.....who doesn't though. Let's rephrase.....everyone in the family wants to sleep with me except for Fire. She wants her space. He likes to watch me cook. He keeps me company while I do laundry. He is a good walking partner. Sure I can find things about him which cause complaint....I mean I am still myself after all. Do I love dogs? NO. Do I love Jake? Ya.