Doggie doings

We will get a dog one day. It is as inevitable as taxes.

OH adores dogs. Little bear adores my darling brother's dog and is a soft touch. Darling father is a doggie person. I am outnumbered. It is me and evil cat against the tide. And if the dog was comfy to sleep on, evil cat would come to an arrangement.

We will end up with a slightly larger dog, sort of labrador size, in theory. Some sort of working dog cross like an alsatian cross. In theory. I know exactly what sort of dog we will get - the one in the dog's home that tugs on our heart strings.

I am holding out for two things. First of all, little bear has to be older. He is still too young to get a pup. I don't agree with little ones being left alone with dogs for a second, it isn't fair to the dog. If we had a dog when little bear was born that would be slightly different, but it would be cruel to get a pup now, and OH really wants a pup and not a mature dog (I'd go for the older dog in a second). The second condition is that I would take the dog to dog training classes so that I can learn how to look after the pup. Another thing I firmly believe is that there are bad dog owners, but not bad dogs (with some exceptions, on the whole, by and large). I want to be a good dog owner.

I know I am going to be a soft touch to any dog, but I am digging my heels in. When the weather is foul it is not going to be me that walks it!