Not a Dog Person

This is what I learned when we dog-sat for 10 days.

1. Flora is totally ready for a dog.

She assumed the bulk of the responsibility for walking and feeding Oscar. She made sure he got treats and was put properly in his crate.

She did not hesitate to pick up poop. It didn’t faze her one, tiny bit.

Girls and Oscar dog.
Happy dog.

2. Kate is not ready for a dog.

She hogged, she hassled, she wanted all the dog’s attention all the time. I think she picked up poop a few times, but it wasn’t her favorite. She liked to play tug-of-war with the dog, and she wanted to cuddle him. All the time.

She was kind of a pain in the ass about the dog.

3. Michael was just status update boy. “Oscar’s in the dining room.” “Oscar pooped in the yard.” “Oscar is upstairs.” “Oscar drank some water.” But since I’m not depending on him to be ready for a dog, this is fine.

Oscar at window.
Good doggie!

4. Dan and I are not dog people.

I can’t speak for my husband, but I know he found the exercise of taking the dog out and then crating him before Dan left for the day to be a bit of a hassle.

I thought I was a dog person. I am incorrect. The *idea* of having a dog doesn’t bother me, but in the idea, my children are completely, 100 percent responsible for taking care of the dog, and — this is important — DO NOT FIGHT over taking care of the dog.

I may be more of a cat person, but since Flora and I are allergic to cats, that is not a pet option for us.

Ultimately, I think I do not want a pet for the following two reasons:

1. I am done with other creatures’ poop. Michael is learning to wipe his own butt, and I cannot express how liberating this milestone is — if you are a parent, you understand without me having to use more words. I don’t want to pick up poop or clean a litter box. I want to be done with poop.

2. I do not want another creature to be dependent on me. For goodness sake, people, I don’t even feed the fish.

If we get a pet, the children have to be in charge. It can’t shed, because ain’t no one in this house equipped to do that much vacuuming. And it can’t bark. Or wake me up at 5 a.m.

Nope. Mama’s done.

Of course, despite all these protestations, if it is financially feasible to get a dog this summer, we will get a dog this summer. Dan has been promising the girls a dog for YEARS now. We’re just going to have to suck it up. And hope the dog picks Flora to be its alpha.

Are you a dog person?

6 thoughts on “Not a Dog Person

  1. I love dogs. They are cute, lovable, friendly, entertaining, etc.

    I am not a dog person.

    That whole thing about the poop is the absolute deal breaker. I can put up with the destructiveness of dogs, the walking, etc. It’s picking up the poop. I’ve been dealing with shit (literally) for over 12 years now, every day, and have a couple more to go. The last thing I want to do is go deal with more of it. In the rain. No thanks.

  2. If you are getting a dog, I have 2 recommendations; first, do not get a puppy. There are a lot of potty trained. We’ll behaved and fixed dogs that need a home. They don’t demand as much attention and they are easier to deal with. Second, EVERYONE has to go to obedience training. We call it dog training, but it’s really people training, and it will teach all of you how to be in charge of the dog without inconsistent reinforcement and help everyone understand what being a dog owner entails. My nephew’s kids went to training as young as 4 and it was very helpful – they like big dogs, working breeds, and you need to know how to handle one.

    • I have already ruled out a puppy. I am done with middle-of-the-night wake ups. I think we need to start visiting our local Animal Rescue League to adopt. Animal Friends will never approve us, what with the dog needing to spend long times on its own. I think an older dog with a crate will be fine, though. Thanks!

  3. oh my, I’m also not a dog person. I don’t like them and my oldest is afraid of all but the smallest dogs. But! They want a pet. I don’t know what to get. I’m also done with poop and feel like I have a hard enough time taking care of my actual children. I don’t want a pet I can’t interact with…the boys are campaigning for a lizard, but I definitely don’t want to store crickets in my fridge.

  4. Well, we have four, yes FOUR dogs in our house. Three little chihuahuas (mom, dad and baby) and a large mix that was tied to a truck stop and abondoned. Rhonda and the girls are big time into them. I am too. But, the girls have to clean up the pop and take care of them.

    Each of the dogs have their own personlities and are very comforting, just what I need right now. Thye like to cuddle and protect my daughters.

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